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These people are kissing outside my window. I'm expecting that they're doing it for warmth in this chilly, rainy weather and not for useless reasons such as swapping saliva. Easiest way to spread disease in a crowded population. That and not washing your hands. This one guy, even with other people in the restroom, walks out after he's done without even bothering to turn on the faucet and lead us on to the pretense that he is a firm believer in sanitation and good personal hygiene. Unfortunately I saw him walking to the same classroom as me.

Genetic discrimination. Now that everyone can have their DNA analyzed to check for certain predispositions towards certain diseases, who should be allowed access to this information? Doctors, insurance companies, employment agencies? Well, if this form of prejudice does surface, civilization may just return to that primitive form of mate choice, all before that love conquers all idealism came into existence. If everyone could see everyone else's genetic profile, would they necessarily be with the same people? Sure, the phenotypic expression of pleasing physical features represents a superior fitness willing to risk showy display in order to attract a mate. But what if you could check for any familial disorders, intelligence, longevity, etc.?

Here's a sample of a conversation with Leigh-ugh that could randomly pop up in my head:
"Have you thought about getting a boob job? Not to say that you need to get one because, well, OBVIOUSLY, but what about when you have kids and your tits sag to your shoes? Not to say that you HAVE to have kids, because it's the 21st century now, and women have just as much right as men to be working instead of baking a bun in the oven."
Whether these thoughts manifest in conversation is a good or bad thing, I don't know.

Thoughts keep rising from last night:
Leigh-ugh mentioned something about how it's every guy's fantasy to have women wearing just a tiny tee and underwear, having pillow fights with feathers flying all over the place. I actually can't disagree with that. I have no idea why it's so hot.

Drab's kitchen top looked like it never changed since the last time I saw it, which was 2+ months ago. Still disheveled- pots, pans, and utensils everywhere.

Pink fingerless gloves coupled with regular hipster Clare, which would be, what, black Jack Purcell's, Levi's super tight black hipster pants, white long-sleeved shirt from American Apparel, a scarf, and some type of black jacket? Ew.

There was plenty of talk about fashion last night for a group of 3 guys and a girl. Is it just San Francisco rubbing off on everyone, or did everyone already care about their clothes that much? I mean, even though they were just going to a bar, Drab rushed to his room to change into his hipster costume. And Christmas Jones was saying how he thought/bought my pair of shoes but had nothing that would go with it.

Leigh-ugh's in a lab doing chemical neuroscience research, neuroscience nonetheless. What's the equivalent of committing genocide on a specific field of science? Because that's what I would like to do.

It wasn't that scary walking about San Francisco at night by myself. Sure, there were questionable drunks, and certain streets may be entirely black; I suppose I just thought that it would be more likely for me to get mugged than to get hit by a car. I was wrong!

Books to read for the year so far: Botany of Desire, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass, and Another Day in the Frontal Lobe.