Tes-ti-fy.
The root word here is testis, the latin term for "testicle." Considered a special part of the male anatomy by the Romans, oaths were often sworn by placing one's hand over his testicles because this was considered the root of life.

(Brought to you by my next-door neighbor's word-that-has-a-hidden-sexual-reference-of-the-day calendar.)

remind me not to work 17 hour weekends, they kill brain cells.

She should have died hereafter
There would have been a time for such a word
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

a little sleep goes a long way.

Pool is a good diversion, but not really when you're pissed... because then you miss shots from shooting too hard and that just makes you more pissed. It happens that there were closer to 16, and that is rather small for a tourney here; I admit top 8 has little meaning in this case, but it usually is pretty good, as there are about 10-15 people here who could usually beat me.

classes have far more to do with the student and the teacher than with the material. true, both instructor and pupil should take an active interest in the subject for maximum effect, but hell, you could learn fifth-year calculus if you wanted to learn it and the teacher liked teaching it. when the student doesn't want to learn and the teacher doesn't want to be there, you could be learning simple addition and it wouldn't matter...

On that same note, fixed the tip last night, tried it today... one of the best shooting days I've had since semester started. Damn the tip!!!

Didn't win the pool tournament, but made the Big 8 (top eight players from the open tourney) and only lost $3 to enter... Good times, good times. And bought a nice 26oz pool cue... too bad the damn tip was uneven, and I used it through most of the tourney...

Archives are being kind of funky, doesn't matter anyway...

Fortunately, I wasn't depressed, just introspective; I was thinking of all the crap I've put myself through in the past over women, as compared to what bliss I've found now... and it is all worth it. But thanks for the tip anyway, and though you may be right, I'm just too happy to admit it. 8-D

One thing is for sure: God is one efficient dude. After he created man, he needed more drama, so to torment man and tease him, to embarass man and please him, to give him something to live for and a reason to hate living, to show him love and make him feel its agony, to make him act like a fool and convince him that it was all worth it- he created woman.

Yeah, it's a week early, but that's all you get. Happy Valentines Day.

In other news, all my damn archives seem to not be in the archives. Excellent, excellent...

(To any black readers who Chris and Andy haven't scared away yet, I'm not predjudiced, just tired of stereotypical bitchy black people. I have a great friend who's black, and smart, and in college... and he doesn't bitch about white people, either. Get more like him, and we'll all be fine.)

Odd, that the ones who actually did immigrate from Africa recently love it here and don't bitch about everything... they don't even hate white people!!! What do you know about that?

So, we switch all the niggaz and hoods for the real black people, the ones who can kill a lion with a pointy stick and are all starving, and who would love to live here... and leave the spoiled bitch-asses from stateside in the middle of the wilderness. I'm sure they'd do fine until their 9mm's ran out of ammo...

Tell that to the all the Black Pride people...

Asian pride. Damn straight.

Oh good, it didn't post that last one. Didn't fucking want it anyway.

And don't flatter yourselves into thinking you had anything to do with this mood... whatever happened to having friends that don't kick you in the face, anyway?

Really! I leave for a week and look what happens...
*gives Andy and Chris evil eye*
I do think I remember saying something about you two's behavior, way back when Tom first invited us. Something about how people treat their friends? To me, that's a higher priority than growing up. People can be nice - no, nice would be too much for me to ask, I suppose - civil, then. People can be civil without being mature. It would do you guys well to remember that once in a while.

Andy, I leave you as a lost cause, because I see no point in trying to convince you, but Chris... I know you can be nice. Try.

And what the hell is the problem with you two anyway? Only three claps? Thought I was far more stupid than that...

As it happens, I meant you are single because you act like you're an asshole most of the time... I don't know what happened in the four years since we went to the same school, but you sure weren't an asshole then. Then again, I used to be a nerd who everybody made fun of, and now I've managed to get it down to a manageable few... Anyway, the "grow up" was just a personal request, as I was hoping that moving on to college and preparation for a realistic future meant that everybody would mature in other places besides their crotch. Maybe I was wrong, as it seems all the colleges are even more full of idiots than the high schools that spawned them... And while I do suggest that maybe Anna and I (we'll drop Dave, then) have relationships because we are somewhat more mature and respectful than perhaps what is to be expected, I don't suggest that you're single "because you have to grow up." Your interpretation, not mine. Feel free to try to strike me if you ever see me again. As for lightening up... it was a bad day. And I take plenty of shit even on good days, not to say other people don't. Blogs are for venting. This is my blog. So I used it. 'Nuff said.

And Andy... if you wanted a girlfriend, I would tell you to hold the commentary until you get one, but you don't seem interested in relationships. So say what you will, but know I don't give a shit. :)

And back to the common enemy here: papers suck ass.