I met a famous magician when I was 12 and I think I'm a brilliant humorist and I was an amazing artist when I was 5 but no one nurtured me and now I can't spell.






You owe me $3.95.

I love Paris on Gilmore Girls.

Paris: So I told her, "Look missy--"

Rory: You called your advisor "Missy"?

Paris: It was attitudinal. I said I'm not taking AP calculus from Heneman. I'm going with Branch. Branch is a graduate of MIT and Heneman went to Berkeley. Berkeley! I mean, he may have majored in math, but what did he minor in? Bean sprouts? Forget it.

You know what else I love? Watching Gilmore Girls in my underwear at 11am on a Thursday. And then blogging about it.

News flash: The Daily Show is stupid and boring and bad. Stephen Colbert, otoh, is amazing and hilarious and we're all going to go see the Strangers With Candy movie this summer and buy the DVD set. Thank you.

Here's my new favorite soccer player. His name is Wayne Rooney, but Jim and I call him Shrek, 'cause he looks like Shrek. C'mon England! Also, C'mon Ghana!

Re: Hank's comment. I did not kick ass on the analysis exam, but I think it's conceivable that I passed. Here's one of the questions that just did not get answered at all:

8. a) Show that the set O(n) of all real orthogonal nxn matrices is compact.
b) Show that the tangent vector M to O(n) at the identity matrix is a skew-symmetric matrix; that is, it satisfies the contition M(transpose)=-M.

(note: I don't know what it means for a matrix to be orthogonal, because we never at all learned that in this class, and I'm sure my prof would have told me, but I like having an excuse not to have attempted this problem.)

Now that I look at the test some more, it actually seems quite likely that I failed. Fuck. (I can take it again in the fall with a much lower pass threshold.) Beth, who is going to Long Beach State next year, is on her way over to drink and watch House.

I just kicked a bunch of ass on my algebra comprehensive exam, and I finished 45 minutes early to boot (first one done! Whoo!). Now lets hope I kick as much ass on analysis tomorrow...

C'mon England!
(That's my sleeping boyfriend under the watchful eye of St. George. I love a country where you can put sports logos on the flag. *frantic waves to Jim*) 

You must all go see what the stunning Lydia did with my Cohen's beautiful blue feathers.

 

To the hundreds of automated emails I've received over the past week urging me to complete instructor evaluations:

I have had the same fucking courses and the same fucking for the past three fucking semesters and I do not have any fucking thing new to say, except maybe about how I want to fucking kill Dr. ***** for being so fucking stupid, but I think it would be best not to include that on an evaluation. I refuse to fill them out this quarter on principal. Hit me up again next fucking December.

Thank you. I'm going to work on my cancer project now for real.