Chemistry has officially blown my mind. Not because it fascinates or surprises me, but because I jam packed so much useless info into my head that the pressure caused it to blow. And with a head my size, that's an accomplishment. I spent 8 hours at the Morris Library today studying chemistry and covered half of the topics on tomorrow's exam from hell...
Want proof that I have officially lost it. I drew this tonight after returning from the library:
This...is Smiley Cyrus
Don't hate on Smiley Cyrus, because she just bein smiley...
This is proof that forcing chemistry onto any student is inhumane. This is some crazy, Mengele mind experiment to see how far chemistry can push one student before said student snaps. Well Poppa Jimmy Wingrave (my chem professor that looks like santa and is composed of the manifestation of everything boring put into one person) you've done it. At approximately 12:00 am on the day of our chem exam, you fried my brain beyond repair. I hope you're happy. I'm going role reversal this Christmas and delivering you the gift of victory. I fought the good fight, but you and your lecture manual and lab write ups have mind-raped me beyond repair.
Rumor is Jimmy Wingrave runs on the sadness and failure of others. Like a vampire, he sucks the academic zeal out of his students, growing stronger by the day. He must be stopped...
3 comments:
thank god you went crazy, smiley was the best thing that ever happened to you.
IT'S SMILEY!
me and smiley are goin frowntown...
Then smiley won't be smiley anymore, she'll be frowny cyrus. Don't destroy the pun Phil
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