So, I don’t recall most of it, but this is the gist of what happened. Apparently, I got my PhD in astronomy and I was suppose to be working as a research astronomer putting together a space ship, but I was procrastinating and putting together a plan of world domination instead and my boss, who was this bitchy tall blonde older lady, came in and was like “What the fuck are you doing?”, so I quickly put the piece of paper with my plan in a drawer, yet she took it and she was like “Jamie, I’m sick of you planing world domination strategies! You’re going to have to be punished.” I was sent to go home to change into wrestling-safe attire and all I could find was a tight yellow tank top and red track shorts and my track sneakers. All I could think about at the moment was “Great, I look like fucking condiments you put on a fucking hot dog.” Then, I was driven to the Elimination Chamber in a police car and people were taking pictures of me like I was some serial killer or rapist of some sort. I had 10 minutes to get ready for the match and I saw another girl in for the same reason. She said she’d work with me to destroy Brock Lesnar, Kane, the Undertaker, Triple H, and who ever the hell the other ones were. I then had to be dropped in the ring through the ceiling and wound up falling on Brock Lesnar’s head. He got angry and picked me up to choke slam me, but I kicked him in the crotch and screamed to that girl to help, but she ran away and escaped the ring like a scared little bitch. I was like “Okay, great. Now I have to win all by myself.” (In my dream, the wrestling was real and not fake.) Brock Lesnar picked me up by the neck again choked me to death. Then my boyfriend called me which woke me up from this dream…. Wow, what a dream.

He is the hottest sun of existence. I love him soooo much. He cannot control his gamma ray bursts

I’m not a feminist. I’m just saying. If women want to break this stereotype of us being overemotional and not rationally minded, we should strive to be more involved in mathematics and the sciences to prove that a woman can be just as rational and logical as a man.

Moreover, I’d rather have a job that I’m passionate about that I will have for a lifetime than a job that I’m paid well at that I’ll have until some vain idiot decides that I’m too old and fires me.

It’s like looking into eternity.

I love you, universe. You’re amazing.

Tired, but the book I’m going to spend the next 2 hours reading until my mom gets home and we go out to run some errands. :-)

Text me if you’d like to interrupt. I won’t mind. 

Unfortunately, I can’t because of fucking Isaac Newton. CURSE YOU ISAAC!!! I HATE YOU!!! No, just kidding. I don’t hate you. I love you because of all of your contributions to science, yet I’m terribly envious of your intellect and scientific abilities.

ASKING THEM WHAT THEIR STAR SIGN OR WHAT ASTROLOGY SIGN THEY ARE!!!

Astrology belittles the elegant study of astronomy!!!

And no, YOUR PERSONALITY ISN’T DETERMINED BY THE POSITION OF THE STARS RELATIVE TO YOUR BIRTHDATE!! 

It’s determined by genetic, environmental, and psychological factors.

That’ll cheer me up.

Hanging out with Hourglass Nebula. I know, you’re all very jealous.

Let’s all celebrate by reminding ourselves how amazing Isaac Newton was!

Pretty straight forward. I like that submission. I am going to make a new blog entitled “You know you’re an astronomy/physics major when..” for the physics and astronomy lovers/ majors out there who need a blog that will relate to their astronomy/physics based lives.

However, getting emotionally attached to astronomy is another thing.