listen and wait for the echoes of angels who won't return

I get up in the morning all bright and early, and Nick starts talking to me about stuff that requires thinking. It's like whoa, let me gain consciousness first. Well well well yesterday was the first day of classes after one week of spring break. What can I say, classes are just chunks of super boringness. Sure bio's awesome for the reason it always is, but jeez I don't expect any miracles. Today, however, the two moms in my lab group started talking about "safety things" (oh) that you buy at the store. Then they said something like how they buy them for their sons, and just toss them into their rooms, haha. Now that's freaking awesome.

So we got those calc tests back. While I didn't set a new record low (think 30's back in Sousa's class), it was still pretty ugly looking. I'll have to do something to start understanding this crap known as calculus. We're starting antiderivatives now. Yay, I didn't even catch what derivatives were. It got so boring in that class that I started to do some leasure writing. Yep. Check it out here.

Tonight (okay yesterdy night) was the conclusion of Helen of Troy. Totally awesome movie. Great acting, scenery, and fight scenes. Mostly everyone should already be familier with the story. Dude, if she really looked lilke that, then shoot, fight that ten year war. Unlike many contemporary love stories, there's no happy ending. Mostly everybody dies, and the story comes full circle when the last two people left are the ones that were stuck together in the first place. It's like all those people died for nothing. I think I'll actually considering buying this movie if it comes out on dvd or something. I will give that chick the arf seal of approval.

SmarterChild is apparently back and has spoken. I will do what it advises.

I think tomorrow I will clean my room, watch a chick flick (it's been a long time), and do some studying. Yikes!

Okay so maybe a movie might be too hard. Not really cuz of the script writing, but mainly do to the probable lack of enthusiasm and the lack of female leads.

I'm C*ck Them fobs.

13-year-old prodigy to get college degree Dude, I can barely get through my lower division general education classes. What a case of getting owned.

[00:03] sos: Did someone break your poor little heart?

[00:04] willy: his brain is about the size of a peanut

twisbtw (12:35:09 AM): not enough sucking power i believe

StrikeoutK (9:49:27 AM): if i worried about myself
StrikeoutK (9:49:30 AM): i'd have new clothes every other day

Chanman007 (9:52:04 AM): stop using your hormones
Chanman007 (9:52:08 AM): and start using your head
StrikeoutK (9:52:09 AM): the end result is still the same
StrikeoutK (9:52:17 AM): i'm a retard
StrikeoutK (9:52:21 AM): and you're an idiot
So basically start thinking with the head atop my shoulders, right?

Chanman007 (9:54:35 AM): you homo
Oh, that comes way too often.

StrikeoutK (9:54:56 AM): i'm a sweet guy
Chanman007 (9:54:59 AM): HAHHAHAH
Chanman007 (9:55:09 AM): sorry
Chanman007 (9:55:11 AM): keep going

[21:36] dude these trojans are pretty dumb
[21:36] getting fooled by a stupid horse
[21:36] trojans are good

[22:51] me: i'm 19 and i still don't make sense sometimes
[22:52] try always

The kicker:
Chanman007 (10:02:04 AM): yeah, nice guys finish last
So nice guys finish last, bad guys cheat themselves, and sometimes you think the winners aren't good enough. What does this all mean, exactly? I'm not sure. Maybe it does come down to luck. Then again, I kind of stopped believing in that. Someone feel free to volunteer an answer.