from friday morning
Today’s one of those days where I really don’t feel like doing anything calm. I want to run or something. I hate this architectural drawing class. I will not be an architect. They are too quiet and awkward. Why cant he tell funny stories or something? Who wants to design a living room? I would like to wait a few years before I have to do that. Oh well. The point is that this class is boring and I am bored with it’s boring curriculum.

“it’s the perfect time of year, somewhere far away from here.”

I am eating special K. with strawberries. Dehydrated strawberries. They look so sad. I wonder if it hurts them to get dehydrated, because for us, it’s the most painful death. But maybe they’re technically dead when they are plucked from the vine. Strawberries grow on vines like raspberries, right? I wonder what having seeds is like. Do they just randomly burst once a month too? Or is it more like every two hours because a strawberries life span is so much shorter than ours.

If the average woman lives to seventy-five, and from the ages twelve to fifty, she is childworthy, that’s thirty eight years. Multiply that by twelve and you get four hundred and fifty six months. That’s a lot of eggs.

Seventy-five times twelve gets you nine hundred. So four hundred and fifty six divided by nine hundred equals 51%. The percentage of how often we get our menstral cycle is 1/456. So…now that I’ve done all that month work, even though it was unnecessary, a strawberry takes let’s say two weeks to fully develop and die. It probably takes the entire first week to grow useable seeds, which makes sense that it is approximately half it’s life and seeds are good even after death, like a chicken. There are 168 hours in a week. Multiply that by 1/456 and you get .368. Therefore, were a strawberry like us, their seeds would pop every 3 hours and seven minutes. Ours lasts a week, so a strawberry’s would have to equal every three quarters of an hour.

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