In less than twenty four hours later, here I am again. My work, of course, still undone. It's come to my attention that whenever I attempt to study (learn) physics, I tend to always start from the very beginning of the unit. Question #43 on page 201 has been done at least six times now, ever since it was first assigned--and most other questions, not even once. But I suppose it doesn't matter that I'm doing this, since #43 is still wrong. I ought to ask someone for help, or at least look at the correct solution that i might have copied off the board some time ago. It's almost 4pm. I wonder if I'll fail this test.

Now I wonder why I'm writing like this. I wonder if I'll keep it up. The style is to fit the packaging of this page, a so-called 'vibe' if you will, although I must admit I don't thoroughly enjoy this template. It entertains me well enough though, for sure. There must be a reason why I'm here. But writing about nothing in this Gus-Van-Sant-'Pink'-Chowse-interpretation style feels genuinely... funky.

'The wacked is wicked; the wicked gets whacked. Savage.' I came up with this while thinking of a name. Apparently it was too long for a title, so I put it in the description not knowing what to expect. It turned out pretty wicked, i enjoy! And I do believe there is some truth in it. Ha ha, this cracks me up, 'the wicked gets whacked'. I wanna whack somebody, somebody EViL... besides my evil self of course. As for 'bread crust for the birds', I honestly don't know what came over me. It was either that or 'bread crust isn't crusty.' Yes, I was thinking of the word crust, despite my servere crustiphobia. Okay this talk is beginning to crustify me.

Thank you very much to Terence again, who just popped up on ICQ to kick my ass knowing I'm on here. Damn, do I really procrasinate that much? Alright I'm off. Got to OOSH.