the clog

On the eve of the Great Battle...

You know how all those people were anxious and stuff just before the great battle in Lord of the Rings? And then later Arogorn is all like "For Frodo! " and you're thinking that that was the gayest battle cry ever? Well, I'm feeling like that right now. No, not gay, you eejits! Nervous. Like those guys waiting to die. Yeah, while I probably won't die tomorrow, I'm still nervous. Why? Well, there are two papers that I'm taking tomorrow, and me being the genius that I am, I decided not to study until late at night.

Yeah, I can't study in the day. It's too hot. I suppose that my brain could be compared to a computer's processor in that way. No, I can't do over 3 million computations in a second, and no, I can't be used to surf for porn. What I mean is that my brain doesn't work well in high temperatures. It turns into mushy goo...like spaghetti!

Mmmmmmmm, I love spaghetti. Especially spaghetti bolo...bologna...the one with the meat in it. It tastes so good. Wait, what were we talking about again?

Erm...right. The point I'm trying to make is that exams are like spaghetti. With sauce. You should never try to have to much at one go because you might throw up. After which you decide that it was insane to have eaten beef anyway and become a priest and preach the evils of beef consumption.

Well, that's my bit of wisdom for today...

Rumoku out!