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It's Monday again.
Jan. 11th, 2010 08:09 pmDear diary,
today was mostly annoying, and the parts that weren't annoying, were bothersome. To start with, ever since last night my stomach has been playing footsie with my liver. To make sure they have my full attention, this occurs behind my spine. Ouch.
The physics test is best left unmentioned.
We started cookoobananas numbers, better known as complex numbers. These are basically easy: you take a real number and add an imaginary number. It's like writing Jensen Ackles/Dean porn, except with numbers. Less sexy, perhaps, but the principle is sound.
Flatmates are a touch annoying, with their inability to unscrew caps from bottles and casual ignorance of the fact that flattened boxes take up less space in the rubbish bin than unflattened boxes, or the fact that more will fit in if it is slightly compacted first.
edit: oh, and one more thing. All the "end of decade summaries" really bug me. There is still one more year to go! This is why mathematics should be compulsory, so that the morons in entertainment would know that a decade ends with 10, not 9. Morons.
To cheer me up, here is Avatar in five pages, because that's all the material there is, but it doesn't matter because all you care about is more of the flying shiny.
( Avatar )
Now that the plot is dealt with, you can shell out the cash for IMAX, sit back and enjoy the shiny. :)
today was mostly annoying, and the parts that weren't annoying, were bothersome. To start with, ever since last night my stomach has been playing footsie with my liver. To make sure they have my full attention, this occurs behind my spine. Ouch.
The physics test is best left unmentioned.
We started cookoobananas numbers, better known as complex numbers. These are basically easy: you take a real number and add an imaginary number. It's like writing Jensen Ackles/Dean porn, except with numbers. Less sexy, perhaps, but the principle is sound.
Flatmates are a touch annoying, with their inability to unscrew caps from bottles and casual ignorance of the fact that flattened boxes take up less space in the rubbish bin than unflattened boxes, or the fact that more will fit in if it is slightly compacted first.
edit: oh, and one more thing. All the "end of decade summaries" really bug me. There is still one more year to go! This is why mathematics should be compulsory, so that the morons in entertainment would know that a decade ends with 10, not 9. Morons.
To cheer me up, here is Avatar in five pages, because that's all the material there is, but it doesn't matter because all you care about is more of the flying shiny.
( Avatar )
Now that the plot is dealt with, you can shell out the cash for IMAX, sit back and enjoy the shiny. :)
