Oh god no, I can only do vector calculus drunk.

I have arrived at the horrifying revelation that I can only do problems from my vector calculus course when I've chugged a couple beers. This isn't good because it will give me the idea that I should walk into the midterm with a moosehead in each hand, and that is wrong wrong wrong. Almost as wrong as walking in with a beer in each hand (it occured to me that I set myself up for a perfect pun so I took it and laughed. Laughed all the way until the cows came home.)


BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

(Pretend this bracket is a cow.) It should now be home.


Uhm. Yea.

So I've decided that since I have absolutely nothing to write in this blog, I'm gonna start leaving a notepad beside my bed again and write down my dreams because we all know how amusing those can be. Its the most fun when you dream in cartoon form, and you are Spongebob and all your friends are Squidward and you finally realize why he's bitter all the time.

Then of course you wake up at this point with a tentpole and try to take a whizz and you forget all about it. But not me. I have the power of PAPER on my side. PAPER, one of my many ways of permanently recording your ideas. Unless of course you live with a person who eats a lot and leaves food around all the time and wakes up frequently in the night and knocks gravy over on myself and all my homework.

Fuck it's going to be hell studying for that one...