Snow, boredom and boxen
I was walking out of philosophy today when I realized it was snowing. Snowing.
Well, I know I wax Lewis Black here a lot, but FUCK SNOW.
And the worst part was, this was that pissy snow… that snow that comes down in little bitty amounts and is so mindlessly light that you can see it flutter for a while, but it turns to liquid the instant it hits the ground. I despise that particular variety of white shit the most.
Why? Simple, it’s taunting snow. I can hear each one of those fucking flakes shouting out “Nah nah, we 0wn your stupid ass and we can make you infinitely miserable. But only at our whim. Bitch.”
So my C++ assignment is a total bear. But I got most of it done. I’m learning quite a bit about pointers, but I still have a ton of questions. I guess i’ll have to hit Tony tomorrow and see if he’s got some free time.
Oh, and Kant blows goats. If he were here right now, I’d fuck him up his sorry German ass. His writing is so mindlessly hard to read… I guess I’m just getting to the point where I really hate philosophy. It’s so mindless. All of these guys think they can save humanity if we’d just do this, or think that, or hop up and down on our right foot while jacking off a dinosaur with our left hand and drinking a warm Oly. Sorry, humanity is too lazy to turn pages most of the time, I don’t think you’re going to have any luck convincing us to be good.