tooth soup

I would never have done Nanotechnology. However, since I think in the long run it’s better to be recognised by both the major chemistry and physics organisations, I’ll put up with stupid lectureres and mystifying laboratory professors.

Friday ,I mean, last night was great. Had Grant’s 19th at the student housing at university. I polished off a bottle of Jim which is more than I’ve drunk for about 4 months. Not from lack of trying though. So you could say I was pretty happy. The music was great (thanks to some quick surgery to the intended playlist by yours truly) and the people were fun. Except for Hugh who is possibly the biggest wanker I’ve ever met:

Hugh :”I am pyschotic.”
Kevin: “Right. What’s that supposed to mean.
Hugh: “It means literally that my pysche (he said it to rhyme with bike) is in chaos, man.”
Kevin: *stands up* “Alright boys, get him.”
*insert noise of limbs being torn from body and shoved down throat*

Yeah maybe I made that last bit up but I reckon 100% of the people in the room wanted to castrate that son of a bitch. If only for the future well-being of mankind.

I have a Physical Measurements 201 laboratory to do. But I really can’t be fucked doing it. Since Prof. Rosman seems to think that I should “Ask myself the questions that I ask him.” i.e. he has no clue.

Ah screw it.

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