reaching critical threshold

I think i'm turning into an old parsi hag who lives with bald cats...(i don't have any pets...darn) or may be i'm just turning into Norman Bates *a boy's best friend is his blond wigged -dead -skeletal mother*.

Sitting through the day on the first bench and staring at philandering coefficients snuggle up to completely strange variables, exhibitioning their debauchery on the chalkboard, i realised....wow control systems engineering is scandalous.

stare at equations on chalkboard ,

stare at equations on greaseboard,

check my zit in the mirror,

stare at equations on computer screen,

the day is like one long gestation for a solution.

it came to an end with a group discussion where i argued my male feminist teacher about women's liberation.I wonder if it makes me a facist to label a feminist by their gender .....anyhoo...while playing audience i got bored of the cheesy topic of livein relationships(barf) and i asked my friend why do they register marriages...

he said-because polygamy is illegal.

madhatter

Fleeing in haste,he checks his pocket watch..no he does not consider punctuality a virtue,he's just a people pleaser.One of the same sorry suck uppers.So many people to please,so little patience and he's running out of the remnant.But he manages.Puts up a polite face and deceives people with his people pleasing ways.Laughs at their silly jokes,makes sillier ones for them to laugh at.Praises them on their succes and empathises their petty losses.In his succesful attempt to assimilate in to their kin he whips up a phoney himself.A decoy.It makes more sense to succumb than it ever did.To yield is to survive, he realised.