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What does "I hate calculus with a passion" even mean?
If by passion, you mean intense hatred - abhorrence so strong you want to crucify it (as in the Passion of Jesus Christ) - then you're just really weird, because as we all know, you cannot kill calculus by nailing it to a cross. What - you're going to hammer a couple of integration questions to a crucifix and stand it up atop a hill?
I don't think so.
You can't simply just say "I hate maths", full-stop? What's wrong with just saying "I hate maths"?
You're pretty much undermining the word hate... You're saying that the word hate is not good enough for you, it does not fully articulate the vehemence you experience. I personally think that the word hate works fine on its own. There's no need for the addition of such nonsense to emphasize. I hate the phrase "with a passion", with a passion!
So, I occasionally get a little bit of criticism concerning my blog, and today, someone told me that I'm not being funny and witty enough on mine.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Omelette.
Omelette who?
Omelette funnier than some people may think I am and on a serious note, I took it as a very personal insult, because I know I try too hard to display my awesome levity. (Self-deprecating humor. Hahaha.) I honestly haven't paid much attention to how funny I'm trying to be, but you know, I have to feel in the mood for it, I have to have the cogs in my head working quick enough and the sarcasm meter pointed somewhere high.
But for my blog to be acknowledged for not being funny enough really flips my lid, blows my fuse, gives me kittens, drives me up the wall, drives me crackers, drives me bananas, oh, I'm sorry, am I boring you because I'm not funny enough?
From now on, I will strive to sharpen my wit, and show my good sense of humor. I mean, I know I seem like I take things too seriously, because I get angry at things that are meant to be funny (like school pranks).
But the fact that I felt bad 'cause I fell to the ground in maths class isn't a sine of me not being funny, or not ever having sum fun. To judge me by my blog is just mean because I'm a far more complex fellow than just a blogger. I'm positive that there is, in fact, an inverse relationship between how 'serious' I am on my blog and how carefree I really am in real-life. I'd like to add that humor is a natural thing for me, as easy as 3.1415926535... But if I was to derive whether I wanted to be serious or be funny for the rest of my life, I would definitely pick being serious. If that makes me a negative person because I just can't have a laugh, then so be it, because at least I know I'll continue being rational and real.
Can my friend honestly think that I'm not funny? Cosecant.
Anyway, my point is that I'll try to integrate more of my witticisms into my blog. Get it? My buh-log.
By the way, it's getting quite chilly here in Hong Kong. If I wasn't typing this post, my fingers would be a lot number. It's getting so cold in the morning-time, that it's making it extremely hard to wake up. To solve this problem, I can either sleep earlier, or I can sleep late, wake up late and end up rushing to school. I think I'm going to sleep earlier, 'cause in my mind, it goes rise over run.
Besides, I'm really getting tired of all these puns, so I'll draw the line there (probably should've made some graphing joke). Thank you all for following my trains of thought for the past fifteen days! I bet you're all tired from all of these puns too. In great apundance, puns just ain't punny.
(To my friend who said my blog posts weren't funny enough: I hope my blog will satisfy you from now on. Thank you for reading as well, and thanks for trying to tip me. You were actually suggesting some pretty interesting blog ideas, but this was the best inspiration you could provide and I know you saw this coming. Hah.)
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