kath wrote:p.s. i have submitted my nine. THE nine.
?? I thought it was ten, ffs.
i know it. the numbers around here are in 17/58 time.
just wait til ya see how TCE tallies up these things. i look at em, and i feel like i'm watching the discovery of the divine genome, rendered in the matrix. (tell him which one of yers to leave off, no biggie.)
mind ya, that could just be me. numbers and i... we have issyews. one time in college, i took an advanced calculus class by accident
. i swear to god. i musta read the course number wrong or sumthing. i sat there, for two straight weeks, gaping. twitching. drooling like a cow stuck in a fighter jet. Fs everywhere. thennn the Fs realllllly started to piss me off. so i decided i was gonna do this thing and prevail. i was gonna be calculobitch. i struggled and struggled, and i still failed the fucquin thing.
i was sooo
mad, i took it again, just outta sheer spite. my math wiz brother didn't get to sleep for the entire semester. he was my on-call tutor and punching bag. his influence helped, but my average was teetering over the precipice of formulaic doom, headin into that evil final exam from hell... a three-hour long final. ya know... with questions about how fast jack daniels would flow outta a conical vat if a cat-5 hurricane hit two-thirds of the way thru the seepage, etcetcetc.
god clearly intervened, and i passed that fucquer, by the skin of my damn teeth.
so then i went and switched majors to english lit.*
*actually, it was one crazy brilliant english prof who got me to switch majors... but i tell ya, the gotdamn conical vat played its part