From Wikipedia.
"Captain America: Reborn #1 revealed that Steve Rogers did not die; the gun used on him instead transported him to a fixed position in space and time."
Fuck you Marvel.
I need to kick my add to the curb and learn to compose my thoughts like a real person. My personality (and attention span) is perfectly suited to twitter, and that is far too much shame for me to handle.
I swear to God, Geoff Johns, quit resurrecting people.If the Martian Manhunter shows up in Legion, then so help me...
My grades so far (in the classes I know them):
BS computer class that I don't know why the hell I had to take it: A.
Macroeconomics: B (should woulda coulda studied better)
Object Oriented Programming: C (to hell with that final, and no more classes at 9)
Principles of Mathematical Logic is hovering between a D and a C due to a massive and unexpected upswing of difficulty during the middle of the semester. May have to retake it, which would end poorly as that menas I wouldn't have time to retake Japanese and erase that F from my records.
I don't even know what to make of Calc II, although I am livid that I spent so much time trying to learn polar co-ordinates and they weren't even on there.
A few months ago, I had a particularly bad nightmare. The first one I'd really had since I was in elementary school.
In the nightmare, I did not exist. The earth did not exist. Space did not exist. All that was consisted of a single, massively complicated math problem that I was slowly but surely solving despite my lack of existence.
This equation was important. It described some unknown fundamental of the universe, some undiscovered law that, if found, would propel human understanding into a new, golden age.
The closer I got to solving the equation, the more singular my obsession with it became, and it began to dominate my entire being to the exclusion of all else. I was growing more and more terrified with every incomprehensible equality as this happened, and it came to the point where there was absolutely no rational thought left, replaced with pure, animalistic fear and the madness of the horrible equation.
It became simpler and simpler, more and more refined, until there were just a few steps left. These steps were blindingly obvious relative to the unholy gibberish the rest of the equation demanded, though they were still beyond any human comprehension. Finally, in a moment of pure horror and understanding, I completed the equation and I knew.
It was at that point that I woke up in a cold sweat.
In my barely awake stupor, it seemed like I still understood the equation. I'm pretty sure I muttered something that was supposed to be "Of course! It's so simple," but which probably ended up just being some kind of guttural moan. The more I thought about it, however, the fast it slipped from my mind.
When I went back to sleep, it started all over again. I found myself waking up in a cold sweat every hour or so. It was a miserable night.
And that is what it feels like studying for my Calc II final.
I detest irresponsibility, and yet how I crave to be irresponsible. I want a better life, a more peaceful one. The pursuit of that though screws a lot of people over. I've always said, "You need to be a little bit selfish," but how much selfishness is too much? The environment is so toxic. I'm filled with anxiety. I feel it balled up in my throat, a mass of rotten emotions. I can't sleep.
I refuse to tweet.
However, I am not above having a twitter account to follow neat celebrities.
This next Tuesday (the 28th), the math department is having a cookout. All of the math majors will be there, and there will be free food and (presumably math-related) games for everyone.
I intend to go, but everybody I know is refusing to go with me on account of the word "math." I really don't want to go alone, because there's something about being the friendless guy in the middle of a bunch of math nerds that would really make me feel like I've hit rock bottom socially.
I don't like Rush Limbaugh either. But can we lay off the fat jokes? Please?
So, I was looking forward to the Green Hornet movie being directed by Stephen Chow. I was a little off put by Seth Rogan playing the Hornet (seriously, wtf?), but I thought Chow would be able to pull it off beautifully. He's one of my favorite directors.
Now, apparently, he's been replaced. Fortunately, he's still starring as Kato, but the movie will be directed by Michel Gondry, who consequently is another one of my favorite directors.
This movie is so gorram biziarre. I love it.
