Science that funny funny thing

An empirical law of physics: the total amount of energy in an isolated system remains constant over time. Thus, energy can be neither created nor destroyed; it can only be transformed from one state to another.

Yesterday I was sitting in front of the library and there were two simultaneous occurrences:

1) Girl on phone was positively screaming at her poor boyfriend (Shawn, by the way...because apparently the world must know his name. Loudly). I mean, absolutely ballistic. No joke. And now, I don't know all of the details (though she wasn't exactly tight-lipped about their many many many problems), but damn...I felt for the guy. It just isn't good for the soul to have to take a yelling such as that one. The words "punk ass bitch" were definitely used at some point. All because he wanted some space and she felt like she couldn't give him it because he is never clear about his emotions and he just can't seem to ever talk about anything real about their relationship and she's tired of never being able to trust him and wondering where he goes all the time and why he can't just be honest and it's because of this that she read all of his texts and she just wishes that they could communicate and, oh baby, she's soooooooo sorry that she yelled at him like that but she just feels like he is slipping away from her and gosh darn it she can't hold on...

and

2) Different girl steps right into path of guy on bicycle. Guy goes flying. Guy's arm bleeds profusely. Girl is clearly distraught. He angrily insists he's ok. She goes into library and promptly comes out again with heavy-guilt steps, and she keeps talking to him and somehow they get onto some other topic and the next thing you know she is touching his arm and giving him doe-eyes and you can tell he's softening and their bodies are all turned into each other and close and she lets her hand linger on his arm and they are still talking five minutes later about what I don't know because other girl is still eviscerating poor Shawn over the phone so loudly I can't hear the other two. But no matter, because the next thing you know, guilty girl and bike boy are exchanging numbers, and whaddaya know, they both have a class in Wellman! Let's walk together! Okay!

So, phone-yeller-girl has to go to her lab and she blames Shawn, of course, because the entire conversation has made her late, and she hangs up in absolute rage and stalks off, the indignation practically rolling off her stomping body, and in the meantime, guilty girl and bike boy stroll off together into the sunset, girl pushing boy's bike for him while he tends to his blood-drenched arm.

So, there you have it, folks.

Physics.

In other news, I finished my thesis and thank god for that because now I need to start catching up on everything else that I have pushed aside whilst writing this 50 page Beckettian behemoth.

Boy oh boy does this quarter need to end.