Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Procrastination at its finest

I'm popping by shortly to save this thang from stagnation. I should really be working on that stupid Filipino mapanuring papel, but I just don't know how to start it off.
Hahahahahaha. For the first time in the history of my college life (yeah, I'm that lame)I scraped a grade slightly higher than a pathetic D on a math long test. A C+ may not be much to other people, but realize that for a person such as myself it is a rare gem in the arid land that is Ma11. On the downside, I can barely understand a thing now. Logarthims never sat well with me and it hasn't changed. Even Hayan's having trouble which isn't a good thing as I was hoping she could help me understand. That big bellied crab better not give birth during the sembreak - her substitute was so much better.

Fencing finals on Sunday. Let's see, 4 losses and 3 wins so far. Tch. Sir shouldn't have bullied me into that last match, else it would have been a good day to walk away with two wins. Lost horribly, she (can't keep track)had better reflexes. I, idiota extraodinaire, should've defended myself better and moved more. Ah well. What I lack in speed and light-footedness I make up for in strength of my attacks. A strong arm, so the people I end up bruising tell me. Whoopsie.
It's irritating though, if we lose in the first round in the finals, we'll get a D. Tch. Sucks to that.

I am currently suffering right now, thanks to two godawful cankersores situated comfortably on the left side of my tongue. It hurts like a bastard, especially because I have trouble with a molar on the right side and have to chew on the left side. I had pain for breakfast. It was actually fish but all I could taste was pain. What effing loverly timing too.

Off I go. Work I must.
Thus spake Irish || 7:01 PM || 0 comments