But I digress. Or I would, were there anything to digress from. But really. Go ride a school bus for an hour while the devil's beating his wife, as the phrase goes. Once it darkens and rain starts streaming in the windows, get off and walk. Go inside, eat a chocolate-covered strawberry, and wander around until you meet someone brandishing an umbrella. Silly and simple, but hardly awful. Its nice to feel eight years old every now and then.

Before childhood caught up to me, though, there was a diagram-drawing session in Env. Sys that involved the classification of fungi, and a conversation resembling this:

KYLIE: What should we put for this one?

IVY: Dunno... fungi and not fungi?

BLY: But which ones would be left over, then?

MAO: We could just ask.

IVY: No, don't bring him over here. He'll make some dumb joke about how he's a fun guy... they always do.

MAO (oblivious, to the PROF): Where should we put the fungi?

PROF: Here.

MAO: Huh?

PROF (gestures to self): Right here. Me. I'm a fun guy.

MAO (to IVY>: Wow, good call.

IVY: *groans, hits head on desk, etc.*

Really, you'd think I was the only one whose old science profs showed Bill Nye movies all the time...

But alas, childhood must end again and I must go do various interesting things, such as paint my toenails. Gah.

Adieu.