Sometimes there are awkward moments when you’re sitting at lunch with someone you don’t know very well, the conversation becoming more and more mechanical… I hate that. It is for these moments that I reserve one story: the legendary story of the worst roommate of all time.

The answer is “not really”. I chose to take Calculus III as my lone summer class, you know, since it’s a class that deserves much time and care from every student. But what I didn’t know is that it would suck my time like a parasite, just clinging on, constantly urging me to do more equations… just one more equation…

I’ve never had a hub for all of my projects. For the most part, they’ve been scattered on my computer in various folders, sometimes being finished, just sitting there until they age and become worthless.