Painting with Bob Ross...

Math was fun today.
We had an exam.
I think I did quite well.
But I didn't know how to explain why our number system derived to become known as the Hindu-Arabic system.
So I bullshitted the answer to sound halfway intelligent.
Then I wrote: "(I know this is just a bunch of BS, but I thought it sounded good!)"
I wonder if she'll take points off for saying that.
On the bottom of the last page I wrote: "Have a nice day!"
I bet she takes my bonus points away for trying to suck up.
Oh well.

Now I have to prepare a speech about who I am.
I present the speech tomorrow.
I'm a little nervous because I'm still not exactly sure who I am.
I know I'm good at bullshitting.
And I'm a smartass.
I'm a pretty friendly guy too.
I like to watch Bob Ross paint too.
He makes me want to fall asleep.
And just when you think he's gonna fuck up his picture, he saves it.
It always turns out awesome.

That's kind of how my life has been.
Just when I think I'm gonna fuck up...
... it just turns out awesome.

That was a cool analogy.
Maybe I'll use it for my speech.

I need to shave.