Of Mice and Math

*Jumps up and down, punching the air*

Why, you ask? (Look, I don't care if you didn't ask. Just stfu and read on, comprehende?) No reason, actually. Just practicing. *fends off voracious lawyers hired by Scott Adams with one hand, types with the other*

Actually, since I'm not going to get the chance to do this in the foreseeable future, its more of a self-placation technique. Just because I don't have a reason to feel good, doesn't mean I can't, right?

My Further Math examination - which was, arguably, the most anticipated event of this academic year - was an absolutely unprecedented disaster. 'Like, don't go there, dude.' I left (i.e did not attempt, aka have no chance of receiving any marks for) approximately 20% of the paper. A wipeout if I've ever seen one. But that's not the really bad news.
Want to know the really bad news?
This was the EASIER of the two Further Math papers. The second, which will be bitchslapping me come Wednesday, is going to be a complete wipeout. Sigh.

In other news, Humayun has won a bid for a PSP on eBay. He should receive it sometime next week, a period conveniently co-inciding with the end of our exams. I forsee much time spent with this device - some of it at my place; which, unlike his, is WiFi-ed up.

Jesus, that sounds dirty. "WiFi-ed up."

In other, more relevant news, Morse Coders kicked the @#%!#$!#%! out of SMSers. Will all the 10 people who were surprised please raise their hands?

Why am I posting this? As our most wise Humayun once said, 'lowered standards.' Accept it and move on.