I was a little confused why you seemed to think light controlled time, and that going through a black hole would send you back in time. I've taken a great many Physics and Astronomy courses, so I was pretty certain going through a black hole would just get you ripped into individual atoms. I am always up for intellectual debate though, and because no one really knows what goes on in a black hole, I thought we'd have a good discussion.

I did not expect to be told that I was obviously crazy, or lying, or both, and that I should be ashamed for shunning the "spirit". That same Spirit who possessed you several times, and apparently knows everything that I know, only better.

As convincing as your derogatory rants and incoherent babbling were, I'm afraid I'm going to have to vote no on letting you into my program. No matter how much you insist that "of course light controls time, otherwise, why would we use sundials?", it will not change the fact that you are immature.

Take a chill pill, and relax. Debate does not mean scream insults at the other person. Come back to college when you can accept that.

All my love,
Fred

P.S.- We tell time with sundials because the sun moves, and casts shadows in different places, depending on what time of day it is, darling. Not because the light is somehow changing time. I don't even know how that would work.

SO, the Roommate is ill.  Bronchitus and some sort of infection - I swear, she doesn't do anything by halves.  Anyway, because I have to interpret all the oddities of my life as disease (Once, when I was like, seven, I decided that I was actually a split personality and my alter ego was anorexic.  I guess because I wasn't hungry?  idek), I've decided that her sickness clearly means that I am dieing.

Okay, so I don't feel sick.  Or dead.  But I am bizarrely tired (not so bizarrely - I only slept like six hours last night and the night before) and I have sporadic torrents of blood rushing from my nose and.  Um.  My feet are turning yellow.  

What kind of retarded disease would that be?  Who even knows.  But obviously, the only cure is comfort ice cream and tv.

If I do end up dieing, you're all getting letters from justincaseidie.com, and I regret nothing. 

 The Roommate stole my textbook, and is now yelling at me for not studying.

What?

Seriously, I am totally more interesting that any cop drama or soap opera or reality "watch idiots be idiotic" show.  And if I'm not, I could totally lie my ass off to millions of people and not lose a wink of sleep.  Just FYI Hollywood producers.

So, an update in the life of me, handily bullet pointed for your convienence:

• While I had previously assumed Computer Sciences would be complicated and fly right over my head, like all my other classes this semester, it is actually tons of fun.  HTML makes my heart beat a little faster.  Maybe I should change my career path somewhat - I'll be an alien-crime-fighting, flute-playing, literary genius Astrobiologist/Physicist who uses MATH to solve PROBLEMS for the FBI, can sharpshoot and write computer programs.  That's a totally legitimate career path, right?  
• I had also assumed Comparative Vertebrate Anatomy would be complicated and fly right over my head, but it turns out that not only is that true, but it spontaneously spouted a rocket pack that utalizes anti-matter to reach speed-of-light velocity and has already set up an advanced civilization of eukaryotes on Gliese 581 d.  An advanced civilization called "Let's Screw Coco's GPA".  
• On the upside, we dissected the shit out of some shit in the very first lab, which almost makes up for speaking entirely in words I don't know.
• The Internet in the dorm hates us.  And by us, I mean me, and by hates, I mean Internet totally gave "Let's Screw Coco's GPA" H-bombs.
• My nose keeps randomly spurting blood.  It's as if my cranial cavity decided "DANGER DANGER MUST EVACUATE ALL BLOOD STAT".  
• OH SHI- I broke the pattern.  Um um um.  I should finish up  with two good things about my life and then go watch Fringe with the Roommate to make up for it.
• Speaking of the Roommate, I recently found out she has a LJ too!  But she hasn't mentioned me yet, at all.  You should go harrass her about it at noblepeg.
• I have an autographed picture of Chad Micheal Murray, and he doesn't even look completely like a hooker.  Just mostly like one.