A Turn of Events

This afternoon i visited my math professor during his office hours. Prior to this little confrontation i ditched his class for the third time today. This was also the third time i had EVER ditched class. The first time i went on a little Chipotle/Spectrum extravaganza with none other than Monica, her roommate (our driver) and Anthea. The second time along with this time, i refused to leave my bed. Yes, the class is at one but please be reminded i have 8'oclock classes everyday. (It's amazing that i havn't missed a single one of those.)

The purpose of today's visit was so that i could retrieve my midterm. Incidentally, the day he handed them back was the day i took that Chipotle/Spectrum trip. It was an unpleasant trip as i tried to argue 4 points he took off my midterm, the 4 points that prevented me from acheiving a perfect score. My arguement:

-i got the answer right
-i did what the question asked
-nothing i did was wrong.

He replied with something along the lines of "well you only used *elementary row operations once and everyone else didnt really show that they knew how to do it...so....i dunno"

Let me tell you something about my professor. He is small, Italian, incredibly difficult to understand, and did i say small? His handwriting is also illegible. My professor reminds me of a cross between a hobbit, mario and harry potter. (I'm the only one who agrees with Harry Potter so for a fairer description perhaps the latter should be ignored.) When he gets mad in class from questions asked by unnamed indolent idiots in my class, he becomes even more incomprehensible and enjoys throwing his hands up in frustration. Also, his italian accent becomes even more pronounced as ever. When he lectures he likes to say "i dunno" a lot.

I think he hates me. I did not get back those four points i know i rightfully deserved. Perhaps if he took off one or two points, i wouldnt make as huge of a deal out of it, but this was four points. Four points off of a problem i did correctly as well as got the correct answer.

A tad bit mad was I.

To cheer myself up i deicided to get some yogurt. I arrived at Yogurtland only to discover that i had forgotten my wallet, leaving me in a sadder state than i was in before. On my walk back, out of nowhere, a tiny little boy stumbles out into the road before me. He is wearing a cap and those shoes that make a sqeaky noise every time a step is taken. This is the most adorable kid i have ever seen. Suddenly, my day is immediatly a hundred times better.



*for unsavvy math people, elementary row operations are just a way of simplifying a matrix to make solving a problem easier.

currently listening to

Akon-Im So Paid (feat. Lil Wayne & Young Jeezy) (: hehehehehehehe

Would This Make YOU Mad?

I wonder if there are things that i do that just piss other people off? To name a few possibles:

-talking to Einstein my fish and Monte my rock plant
-avoiding eye contact when walking around ring road
-making eye contact when walking about ring road
-walking along the small curb that divides the street and sidewalk and pretending as if i'm on a balance beam
-Starting with the second toe when cutting my toenails
-ballsy remarks on why certain people suck...i shall not care to elaborate
-never turning on the light on my side of the room (because i hate florescent lighting)
-peeing more than i should because of excessive caffeine consumption
-wearing socks to sleep (sometimes...and only the moose ones D gave me)
-*sliding all the way to the edge of the seat during class to avoid attention if and most likely when i fall asleep
-defaming rabbits in public and bringing out their true malicious nature.
-bursting out in random laughter when watching The Office with headphones (I'm actually pretty sure this pisses Jun off)
-singing at the top of my lungs (this too...along with the rest of my suite mates probably)
-walking in the bike lane
-staring at fellow hall members.. And then when they stare back i yell "VAT?" very loudly
-going into the downstairs kitchen and making jello...at about 3 in the morning
-making lists about things that could potentially piss people off
-**flipping out when my pillow is touched
-sleeping far too much during the day time and not enough at night (this is not my fault because i am UNABLE to effectively manage my time)
-death stares
-refusing to poop when others are around
-sudden quasi-kleptomaniac tendencies in the Pippin dining hall during special occasions (quasi because its technically not stealing...what are they going to do with them later anyways?)
-going on to decorating my side of the room with the things i technically did not steal from Pippin. the room is littered with these treasures.



*incidentally it pisses me off to a point of hysteria when people "nod" off in class. can't they be more discrete?
**well...it pisses ME off when they touch my pillow especially after i inform them that the pillows are not to be touched. Call me anal i don't care....don't touch my effing pillows (:


---edit---

ME: you think too much
ME: you are like a girl
ME: (:
JUSTIN: i definitely do
JUSTIN: and i am definitely a girl
JUSTIN: i need to find a nice lesbian women one day

HAAHHAHAHAHAHA

That's my Roomate!

Me: (trying to write my blasted paper)
Jun: (over aim she sends me pictures of Asain male stars)
Me: (i whip around) "JUN STOP LOOKING AT ASAIN MEN"
Jun: (bug-eyed) "I caaaaannnnntttt....... "

Poisoned and Accomplished

I am crazy and must be stopped at all costs.

It is currently 3:09 AM and I'm wide awake. Why? becuase I'm a complete moron of course. Yesterday night i went to bed at around 1ish? 2ish? I woke up an hour later feeling incredibly queasy. Clearly, this was a mild form of stomach flu or something. About thirty minutes later i was able to fall asleep again. Today during math i had the same queasy feeling and i was afraid i was going to throw up and embarass myself (not for the first time). Then after dinner, the food poisoning came back once more so i layed down and concentrated on not throwing up (yet again). Throughout the day i took two (approximately) 2 hour and one 15 minute nap in hopes that i would recover from lack of sleep the previous night. Feeling as if i had wasted the entire day, i downed some of Justin's espresso and now I'm wide awake feeling as giddy as ever.

Exhaustion combined with an inability to sleep is not the best feeling in the world.

I'm crazy becuase i secretly feel accomplished during the process of doing this to myself. I'm getting all this work done at the cost of stable sleeping patterns. Someone please snap me out of this state of retardation becuase i really really REALLY need to be thinking clearly by friday.

Did this post make any sense at all?