Hey people things,
I'm up writing in my journal cause I'm BORED!!! The above equation proves it. I've dubbed it the Quadratic Property of Suckage. It's shit like that that makes me dispise mathematics.
Now, obviously, I'm not lacking in things to do. I have a crap load of homework for this week, but I've barely touched it. You know why? Cause I've perfected procrastination to a point where I can get my homework done at the last second and still do fairly well in the class. What can I say... it's a gift. Jealous?
Yeah, I know you are. I can sense it all the way over here. And I'm pretty far away from you.
What else could I talk about...
Memorization sucks. I have to memorize a letter I wrote last week and spout it out word-for-word tomorrow. That blows major stuff. But, I think I have a way around it. I don't think my prof bothered to keep a copy of the letter. So, I figure I can BS and ad-lib if I have to. Call it artistic liscence or something. You never know, it could work... or I could get an F.
Oh well... wouldn't be the first time.
On another front, I think I'm the only one around here that doesn't feel like a rotting piece of ass. Robby, Rob, Jake, and Nick are all sick. And I'm perfectly fine. It's like "Outbreak" around here. I'm thinking about buying a biohazard suit off of Ebay to keep the pesky germs and other assorted bacteria at bay.
It's creepy cause, if you know me, you'd figure I'm the least able to withstand illness. Hell, I look like a hospital patient half the time. Maybe I've inadvertantly developed an immunity to illness with my diet of Mountain Dew and Oatmeal Cream Pies...
Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it and I'll feel miserable by the end of the week...
Either way, I'm still sore from the "Paul Revere" incident the other night. A word of caution: make sure you're sufficiently in shape BEFORE doing that. Looking back, I figure I should have streched a little bit. It's amazing I can still stand. Thank goodness for Advil.
Current PoA: 48%
Previous PoA: 55%
Honorable Mentions:
-Jake: Get better soon dude.
-Robby: Get better soon dogg.
-Rob: Get better soon bro.
-Nick: Who wants a body massage?
-Me: I'm sexually frustrated right now. If you're a lady and you'd like to help, let me know...
I need a piece of cake/ass,
Nate-O
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