Assuming that the department of biology passes that hideous, no-doz begotten monstrosity I wrote in the wee hours last night, I have just completed my first degree past high school. Always struck me as a particularly tasteless demonstration of talent- deficient pop. But seriously, I have to write a paper. Due at noon tomorrow. I don't want to, I think the assignment is lame.
Engineering is still a full design project away.
Ruddy oils moved to neon acrylics on the horizon, which slipped away and left an entire skyful of watercolor pink and blue clouds. The black forms of leafless Quercus and Liriodendron are silhouetted against it. It almost hurts to look at it, changing as I type. Finally, it is changing to pastel colors, airbrushed above the horizon. Last night I played the United Nations in the World Game .