straight a’s are a tough thing to accomplish. i mean, it would be nice, but so would climbing to the summit of mount goddamn everest. i’m pretty smart. no, not smart. clever. that is a more accurate description of how my brain works. and let me tell you, friends, stephen hawking’s explanation of black holes and anti-matter have NOTHING to do with cleverness. i’ve clever-ly duped everyone around me into believing that i’m a smart guy. but dude, this shit is tough.
let me backtrack a little. i guess i am somewhat smart. i don’t lick windows. i’ve never tried to hunt pumas with a hammer. i’m at least smart enough to know that a puma could spill my guts before me and gash me about the head and shoulders before i could get in one good blow with that hammer.
but i digress. straight a’s is gonna be tough. i don’t see it happening this semester, either. i dropped my sociology class today because every time i’d sit down to do my project, my brain would tell me to watch funny youtube videos instead. and my brain controls my body, so how do i argue with that. in fights between me and my brain, brain wins. think about it. if i want to do my project, but my brain wants me to check out the paris hilton sex tape, how do i beat that? are they giving out a’s to people who can recite the “drink your milkshake” scene word-for-word? if they are, i’m in like flint. if not, i guess i’ll write again next semester. sorry
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