Since moving back to Hilo, I hardly get invited to parties anymore. I usually jump at each opportunity I get to get crunk. But last night, for the first time in my life I turned down a party to stay home and do calculus.
The friend who invited me couldn't believe that I had turned down her night of partying it up for a night of getting down and cutting rug with some calculus.
"If you have a date tonight, you don't have to lie about it," she told me.
The sad thing is, I wasn't lying. I actually looked forward to my calculus. I had a hot date with calculus.
I would like to think it's a sign of maturity, but it is probably sign that I'm just a big jerk.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Hot Date
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3 comments:
u gotta it all wrong son... u neva fall out of your mom YOU WAS RIPPED OUT! Trust me I was there wen they cut your mom open and out came this 9 pounds 7 and 1/4 ounces of what looked to be a bloody midget sumo wrestler!
Okay, I can understand for, say, biochemistry, or microbiology, or maybe even certain branches of ordinary chemistry...but Calculus?!?!?
You should probably stop buy and see if the student health center offers psychiatric councelling...
And in the end you're one step ahead of someone else in this world in terms of mathematical theories- you DO realize that's what it boils down to, right?
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