The youth of America gets indoctrinated. Stupid George W. Bush.
Picture courtesy of Wartburg College of Waverly, Iowa. It's my evil 54 teacher's alma mater. I guess if they started that young, I should no longer blame him for his faults.
Kicked some ass on the 55 midterm, hopefully tomorrow's 54 will go smoothly.
Haven't been spending so much time at home of late, that's the reason for my lower frequency of updates. Regardless, I have a midterm in lass than an hour, then one the day after that.
Something really fucking cool better happen this weekend, or else I'm going to have to do something rash.
In other news, I miss bridge. A lot. I was taking a shower this morning, and thinking about how I could do my extra credit in Discrete Math on the probability of getting an "orgasm hand". Now, this is my exclusive term, used to define hands that contain upwards of twenty points at six or more cards in a suit, usually consecutive with Ace as the highest.
I had my first orgasm hand a while back, and people gave me shit about the term to no end. But damn it, it's a very accurate term. So nyah.
I hate when you get so desperate for your fix of comic strips that you read them late at night rather than in the morning. I mean, now I have to wait even longer for a new Ozy & Millie. *sob*
My down time in 54 has been spent trying to draw Ozy, and I'm not bad at it. Well, that's if you consider the fact that I can only draw an ear and some fur and an eye. I can't quite finish him yet, but when I do it'll be great. I can draw him next to my math homework, and maybe his Zen influence will counteract the pain and anger that automatically flow from matrices. Stupid 54. Gah.
I am going to have fun on my 55 midterm. Even if I don't know how to do some stuff, I'm entertained by 55. It's the way to go. And all of you who prefer 54 to 55, I have two words for you:
It's important to take time enough to think about what you really want out of your life. Now, think long and hard, and don't come to a decision until you're certain that it's attainable and it embodies your deepest desires.
1.The state or quality of being turbulent: times of turbulence and confusion.
2.Turbulent flow.
3.An eddying motion of the atmosphere that interrupts the flow of wind.
My life right now could be described as turbulent. I've been going through some shit too strange and personal to get into here, but on top of that I've discovered the Avalanches, I have two midterms this week, I have lord knows how many things scheduled for the same time on Saturday, and I got back from my Math 55 homework session at around 2 AM. I'd left the frat at 9:45 AM.
Anyway, The Avalanches are the first group in years that have made me want to get up and dance and hold back absolutely nothing. Have you seen me try to dance? Yeah, I'm pathetic, that's why I don't do it. But man, oh man, the Avalanches have the power to make you forget. There are things I'd like to forget right now, but I guess I'd prefer my memory intact if I have a midterm on Thursday and another one on Friday.
Let me say right here that I vehemently dislike my Linear Algebra teacher. He needs to visit a doctor to pull the fucking Elm out of his ass, because frankly I can't stand it any longer. Later I'll type out his response to my request for a regrade. It was so stick-in-ass that it was tree-in-ass. Oh, you'll see.
Do you want to be my friend forever? Make me a sandwich. Even if Mr. Elm-Ass made me a sandwich, I'd be his friend forever. Unless it was tuna, in which case I'd probably just kill him.
