What you Givin’ Up?
Out of the noise of the brassy trumpets and sexy saxophones he mournfully bellows: When Cat Go Sleep/ Trouble Go Wake Am
The horn from the Dukes of Hazard
shit-mobile car goes off to signal the start of a new day. I felt like I’ve been hit by that car. I snooze the alarm and go back to sleep.
Who knew that in engineering school I’d be balls deep in ladies.
Well, I didn’t. Because I’m not.
I have waves of infatuation that ebb and flow with reducing frequency and effectiveness with one. Non-transient feelings of pity and sadness for the other. Well because the second one creeps the fuck out of me.
I think the first one is jealous of the other.
Regardless of whether I’m wrong or wrong (you read that correctly), why would they even want to associate with me?
Sure, I do my homework, but there are guys who are better looking (don’t get me wrong. I’m fucking beautiful. I just don’t believe it), don’t smoke and are perhaps more pleasant to be around.
I tend to be very opinionated and passionate about things or people that I care about. I wear my emotions on my cuff for everyone to see.
Maybe I am pleasant to be around.
I don’t fucking know.
All I know is that I am going to a baseball game on April 5th. That’s all I know.
I don’t know about mass balancing transient, continuous chemical systems, I don’t know how to use an array to save my fucking foreskin or how to tell someone to fuck off or how to tell someone to not fuck off.
I really hope neither of the fine ladies mentioned ever read this blog.
Or do I?
Whatever, I got heats of formation to calculate in 8 hours.
Don’t fuck yourselves without a condom. The inbreeding isn’t good for the genetic pool.
Best of luck on midterms. I hope you lower class averages enough to spur a bell-curve.