you know i'd shoot that fucker again, yes i would

I've begun to the view the world in a way that I imagine a writer ought to. I jot down noteworthy ideas and I save them in the back pocket of my jeans, but when I look at them later I often am unsure what I was trying to articulate, or, more often, I understand what I meant but the feeling of the moment has passed. I think if I left one in my jeans, my mother would find it and think me quite mad.
I read Super Sad True Love Story a few weeks ago and of all things, one of the ideas stuck with me- the male narrator comments that women taste not at all sweet and vaguely urinary. Naturally, I decided to test this theory out on myself. Thousands of people enjoy cunninglingus with no ill side effects, so I was fairly sure that there's nothing medically dangerous about it. And now you know: Gary Shytengart was right.
On another sexual note, it strikes me that the non-porn, generally accepted euphemism for penis is 'member'. One has to wonder how that came (haha) about.
Sometimes, when it is very late at night I can hear a jet plane in the sky. There's something vaguely ominous about such a rumbling, but I'm not quite sure why.
I sometimes feel that I am very small and very young and terribly dull and unimportant. This often happens when I try to think of myself and my place in the multiverse- to think about myself as a God-like someone would. I'm not really sure where Christians get off- whenever I try to imagine a supreme being that sees all, it doesn't make me feel special or happy or important. Quite the opposite, in fact. It makes me feel alone.
On a somewhat lighter note, my Biology teacher told us yesterday that she's trying to sit down more because she's begun to experience contractions. The students, myself included, are very alarmed. Interestingly, she was still at school today and plans on coming tomorrow. She says she's trying to stay as long as possible because she doesn't want us to have a substitute for the rest of the semester, but I can't imagine one day will make too much of a difference. Still, though, it's nice to know she has our best interests at heart. (I'm not certain that I used the correct colloquialism there. Perhaps it is, 'taken our best interests to heart'. Regardless. Did you know that 'irregardless' is not a word? It isn't.)