Thoughts Over Cleaning the Kitchen

The actual inception of this series of monologues sprouted up while I was cleaning the kitchen this afternoon between classes. Today I learned in my Quantum Physics class (Whoa right?!?) that a particle can have as many quantum numbers as the number of dimensions to which it is confined. So we model calculations in the 3D's (x,y,z), when in reality a system of particles can be subject to hundreds, or even thousands of dimensions. In fact, many wave functions have "real" and "imaginary" components, which in effect means that there are portions of these equations that are postulated to exist that are completely abstract. Abstract reasoning is perhaps the most interesting element of human thought. To many, mathematics are a mystery that Scooby Doo & the gang may as well be working on, but when one stops to consider that, from a series of axioms and postulates, expressions can be derived to construct great buildings or launch a rocket into a precise point in space, one's mind may be slightly blown. Numbers, operators, equations are all human inventions. They aren't "real" in many senses at all, yet they can be applied to the world around us to achieve predictable ends time after time. I digress every now and again I guess.
The good news is that all of my subjects are beginning to point toward something tangible. As I move higher and higher up in my coursework, classes are beginning to apply to each other more and more as well. (There is some confusion however when for example the variable symbol "V" is now used to denote the following quantities: molecular potential energy, velocity, volume, & frequency and more in different classes.) I wonder when my chemistry background will explain to me why spaghetti sauce seems to stick so tightly to plastic? I could consult the Internet on the topic, but I would rather not use my time in that way.
While I was getting ready to wash some dishes that my roommate Alex brought with him, that smell like (what I presume to be) his grandparents, I happened upon a brown recluse spider living in the box that the silverware was housed in. Needless to say, I relocated the box out of the apartment. Matters of life and death can be encapsulated in simple household chores.

One Small Step for Mankind, One Giant Leap for Me...

Upon being given the idea to start one of these things (blogs) by a very dear friend, I have decided a few instants ago to jump into it with some enthusiasm. As I have little background in writing, and even less in grammar, I am often hesitant to place anything that I create out there. I have tried my hand at keeping a diary of one sort or another, only to become uninterested when the speed of my hand fails to keep up with my stream of conscious. Among all academic disciplines spelling is also my weakest attribute also. By all that is holy and good in this world, I realized just now that "Blogger" has a spellcheck feature right above this text box. These shortcomings aside, the last bit of pessimism for now is that it is hardly believable that I shall like anything that I write down after the fact. The joy of art for me lies solely in the creation there of. Even as these words make themselves on the computer screen, I am thinking about a way that I could better say what I have to say. This may be true of anyone who chooses to devote themselves to a craft however. Perhaps everyone feels the same way.