So it might be the lack of sleep, or just the dementia brought on by combining ghastly quantities of cold medication, caffeine, and powdered donuts, but I feel enlightened watching this video. Seriously. I'm on like my 4th fucking viewing in a row. The one in orange is needlessly smug, and reminds me of the time Mr. Lindahl fucked a pig. The one in green is just straight fly - he has the most svelte jacket I've ever seen. And can seemingly control the weather. So he's Storm. Only slightly fat and Indian. So not really Storm at all. I think my eyes are bleeding.
Oh and things I don't like? My calculator's batteries dying right as I start to take a test. My cell phone's pitiful excuse for a calculator just does not cut it when one is trying to perform calculus. Instead I relied on scribbling demonic icons and conjuring maths via archaic words of power. It was less than fruitful. My test also featured a graph that existed somewhere between my imagination and the land of wrong (tunak tunak tun, take #5). Here's hoping for partial credit. I'm going to go commandeer a box of kleenex and pass out.
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apparently musicians don't make a lot of money in India, but they love Captain Planet
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