Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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Because Some Things Should Be Kept A Secret

Greg told me I am the whole package: beautiful, great personality, beautiful smile, and smart. He is also full of advices: "Don't tell boys you like, that you're smart. They don't like that." Hmm.. Wait, I have great personality?

Greg also asked me in front of my other coworkers what kind of a chemist I want to be. I don't really feel comfortable telling people the truth about that one, so I just say pharmaceuticals. This time was no different, but Greg laughed so hard that it made me blush. He said that he's never seen such a bad liar. I asked for explanation. Apparently, it's written on my face that I'd love to work with explosives and pyrotechnics. He said that no chemist ever wants to go into pharmaceuticals. According to him, every chemist secretly wishes he could blow up stuff for living (and not be labeled a terrorist). He said that if I really wanna work on top-secret experiments involving chemical warfare and explosives, I should first get some experience in general lab, then apply for a government/military job. I thanked him for the advice... but I doubt that will ever happen. I mean, that job for the government sounds so cool that it totally must be illegal and immoral. Also, I am sorta... a pacifist. I'll stick with bioterror and chemical warfare labs that they're building in Boston.

Greg also found it necessary to reveal a secret of mine to a waiter. On one of our outtings to a restaurant, the waiter said that I am nice. Greg told him that this is like a little cover up. That outside I act like I'm the nicest sweetest kid ever, but at the same time I analyze people finding their weaknesses and using those weaknesses against those people. Then I snack on their souls for launch. And since souls don't have much weight or calories, I am a stick.

Greg is totally funny. He's German. And... he does not like soccer. I think something's wrong with him.

1:48 a.m. - June 13, 2006

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