Science-ey and I Know It

I just experienced one of those moments of euphoria, the kind that can validate an entire existence. If I was a drop out crackhead who continued to live with her parents at the age of fifty, and I experienced one of these moments, I would be able to say with absolute confidence that my life, rather than a fail, was an epic win. It wasn't a thunderbolt or a crack of lightning, like the kind you get when you finally understand a really hard concept, it was more like a light drizzle that grew quietly, getting louder and louder, until it was as beautiful as the peak of a rainstorm when the sky and the earth look like they're connected by a sheet of water, almost as impenetrable as a brick wall and a thousand times more lovely. The benefit of living in the tropics is being able to experience things like this, the downsides include poverty and mosquitoes.
My light drizzle started when two of my friends started singing the chorus of MIKA- Grace Kelly, you know, the part that goes "I can be brown, I can be blue, I can be violet sky-". I listened to these two out of tune teenagers, screaming out lyrics while walking home, shirts untucked and ties pulled down, and I felt like the shepherds must have when they heard the first Noel. My jaw dropped, actually dropped, which is something I thought only happened in over-dramatic TV serials, and I stared at them like they were a choir full of angels, complete with flute and sax players, rather than people who couldn't be more tone deaf if they were really deaf. And then the small mist of contentment just grew and grew until, at a point when I was standing next to a slightly alarming cow and a garbage dump, I felt like jumping and dancing and crying with the sheer ecstasy of being alive. Before you start sending polite and carefully worded messages to my parents asking whether their daughter is entirely normal, I have these moments very rarely, and if you have ever experienced anything like this, you will understand and you will be happy for me, you hypothetical killjoys.

Hey y'all how's it going? So while my small private party inside my head was going on (what a find this blog would be for any psychologist. You guys must be eyeing your couches longingly and wondering when I'll be lying on them, letting you unravel the intricacies of my twisted mind), I realized something extremely rewarding. I really, really love what I'm doing at this point of time and I wouldn't be in any other place, or in any other situation than the one I'm in right now. It's not like I was miserable or anything before, I've always been a happy little dweeb, but I am especially content right now. I love science. I really do. And the thought that I'll be studying something I love for the next two years, and possibly for the rest of my lifetime, fills me with joy and the desire to write poetry of some sort. Don't worry you guys, I will resist the temptation.

That's all I have to say right now. ISC Sci is surprisingly drama-filled (who knew nerds would lead such intricate social lives?) and I am extremely busy. Also, if you know me personally, here's something that will make you ROFL, or possibly LYAO, I'm part of the school's basketball program. If you don't know me personally, you can have fun imagining why this would make anybody ROFLMAO. See? Everybody wins!

LOOK A FOLLOW BUTTON!!!

P. S. OMG, the current went off before I could save this. Add power cuts to the list of downsides. Fortunately, Blogger, all powerful and merciful, auto saved it. Everybody say, "Thank you Blogger!"

P. P. S Or- or not. You know, do whatever you want. Watch this video for instant happiness.