Here is the kind of asshole I was on Tuesday afternoon: hogging an entire booth in a crowded coffee shop for six hours, nursing a single iced latte, all to catch up on a simple subject you breezed through in middle school while I was too busy writing terrible poetry and pining for Matt Anderson.
I was also taking the kind of notes I should have taken in eighth grade, because I don’t remember any of this shit.
How I Went About It (Larger)
Quarks? Where was I the day we learned about quarks? Also, do you have any idea how creepy my Google history is, now that I’ve tried to write some pretentious story about nuclear fusion?