Uni

Well I just woke up yesterday morning and realised I had a Chem, Math, And Physics test next week.


Maybe I should actually open up my text book.


Oh and on a random note...does anyone actually read this?

*sigh*

All right all right, I'll post something.

University has just started to get hard. The plethora of information we wizzed by on the first week is now becoming increasingly important to our knowledge, unfortuantly we have all forgotten it.

So that pretty much sucks.
But in maths we are doing LINEAR ALGEBRA!
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUN!
Which is basically matrices, oh what fun.

Well seeing as I have nothing original to post here I will now leave you all with my Mario Kart peom that I wrote last year.
Enjoy. (Please enjoy, if you don't I will cut myself)
Speaking of cutting myself, I'm getting my head shaved tomorrow....just saying.

Anywho:

Hetic; Moving really fast.
All those hard corners to steer.
Cows and such whizzing past,
Whizzing right over your ear...
and by our karts.
By our karts they miss by centimetres,
We say "Damn that was close, got hit by peaches
with intent to kill. And homing too,
When I get one it is coming for you"

Hetic; Moving to and fro.
The first to cross the line will win.
But then again you never know,
someone might commit the cardinal sin
to stop and gloat.
To stop and rub it in our faces.
To say "When you finish all the places
will be taken up. I'll be first, you'll be last
and that is how it will come to pass"

But we, who are the righteous few,
continue, though we may not win.
We pause, pick up something blue.
It is the shell of a terrapin...
With wings attached.
Wings attached, A flying blue shell.
"Oh", we mutter, "This'll give you hell
and a thousand more!" as we let it fly
Flying, homing, whizzing by.

and as you get struck by that projectile
many more get sent to you.
POW block, Ink'd right in the eye,
lightning, shells and banana peels too,
no make that three
Three red shells, all heat seeking.
You shout "ARGH!" as the accelerator’s creaking
to actually start. Unfortunately for you
two more shells come, they are coloured blue.

And so we, the righteous ones
win the game, and come in first.
All the while we play for fun,
Satisfying our hunger, quenching our thirst
for something more.
Something more than repetition,
Some variety, oh this repetition
is such a bore. But the game has ended,
We shake hands, feuds are mended.