currently not doing: bio/chem

what's the difference between the chorion and the trophoblast. i mean if one merges from the other, isn't it really just like wardlow turning into ball? sure the street gets wider at some parts of ball, but hey, 's the same street.

diana's graduation party. i hope she doesn't kill herself drinking/ being upset in life. i wish her the best really, but i don't know why i get this feeling that she'll just flip out and do something crazy. lina's graduating too. so is lauren. all these people gone. one'll be in arizona, S.D., and michigan. i'll never see them again.

pat's been talking about her daughter lately. pat's 75. i work with her. i feel like i know this daughter. i imagine she is tall with deep set eyes. that is all.

tomorrow is sunday. i must cook dinner for the house. last time i'll be cooking for the house probably. huge things will go wrong as usual, i'm sure. good times.
cilantro. it's a day of cilantro tomorrow.

happy mothers' day. i guess some inspirational words are in order about mothers. but eh, what's the use. they know what they are. no one can ever tell them what they don't know. why try with a card and flowers one day out of the whole year. forget today. remember the random days. you know, the days she has bright ideas about dogs that have devices attached to their necks. the days she's acting like a little kid. the lil dance she does in the kitchen. when she sings silly songs. when she's in tears. her eyes when she's referring to her cherry tomatoes and her eggplants in the garden. her imitaions of the "sweet...v(b)erry sweet" lady at the farmers' market. her evil laugh.

and most of all, her face when she's holding a two year old in her arms.

cheers.