Geometry must die

I HATE GEOMETRY!!!

Was nearly reduced to whiny tears after trying to answer the rudely long Geometry assignment. Good God. The book doesn't speak English (neither does Sir Andie)! It's-- it's-- worse than algebraic numbers. I hate it. I HATE IT.

Geometry is NOT nurturing.

We watched this really really old film version of Beowulf.

And it was, I'm not at all sad to say, extremely BAD that it was good, in a weird sense, because all the lame things in the movie keeps you entertained, though it had no artistic or substatial value. I couldn't see Grendel properly though, nor any of the characters, because all of their faces kept getting blurred to oblivion.

Movie-Beowulf was gay and pathetic, with him trying to be mighty and macho with all his gadgetry. It reminded me of... Van Helsing. Could it have been his equipment and action moves, and poorly-struggling-to-achieve-that-modern-day feel? No, wait, Hugh Jackman is a zillion times cooler and manlier than that sorry excuse of a hero called Beowulf. Movie-Beowulf, that is. I imagined him as a fierce Viking warrior, with a bushy beard and all. Or maybe if not that, at least he'd exude some aura of the valiant man he is (like Aragorn, for example!) but noooo, he looks and sounds more like some vampire guy.

Wah, nood na lang tayo ng LOTR.

The fun part about watching that horribly old and crummy film was watching it with about 79 other people.

More dissecting this topic tomorrow, I suppose, unless I want to suffer under the glare of my sister's is-it-me-now? look, and I don't really want to...