Monday, April 28, 2008

  • The most awesome poem ever....

    I’m sure that I will always be
    A lonely number like root three

    The three is all that’s good and right,
    Why must my three keep out of sight
    Beneath the vicious square root sign,
    I wish instead I were a nine

    For nine could thwart this evil trick,
    with just some quick arithmetic

    I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
    Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

    When hark! What is this I see,
    Another square root of a three

    As quietly co-waltzing by,
    Together now we multiply
    To form a number we prefer,
    Rejoicing as an integer

    We break free from our mortal bonds
    With the wave of magic wands

    Our square root signs become unglued
    Your love for me has been renewed

  • Drive myself crazy...

    So for about the past month, my brain has been kind of acting up.
    It's going to sound pretty ridiculous, so just bear with me.

    Anyways, here goes.
    I've been having problems remembering what's real...and what was just a dream.

    Couple instances...
    - thought I had a new coworker at work (but he does not exist)
    - thought someone called me in the morning (checked my call log...and they did not)
    - thought I received an e-mail from UT (inbox says otherwise)
    - thought I finished a hw assignment (there was no assignment)


    I have to admit.
    Kind of creepy...


    But not just that, I've been having trouble remembering things in general.
    - I've forgotten the beginning of a sentance before the other person reaches the end of it.
    - Stopped in the middle of my dance class because I suddenly forgot what dance we were doing (even though we'd been dance it for the past 5 minutes)
    - Constantly forgetting where I park (walked towards the wrong side of campus once)
    - I've told someone I look forward to spring semester (because I thought it was around October of fall semester)


    A friend thinks I have brain damage.
    Sounds freaky. =X


    Anyways, if I forget your name or don't show up to a scheduled appointment with you...chances are, I forgot.
    So bear with me as I try to regain control over my brain.

    ...and I'm not crazy.