If God doesn't exist, then why are bananas so perfectly formed to fit in our hands, hmm?

Excuse me while I slice open my genitals and empty the contents unto the boulevard and jump on them in a mad ecstasy. My obsessions with genitalia do not stop just because there was a massive interval between posts, I'm afraid. This is especially true when I'm feeling frustrated and I've nowhere to turn except to reproductive organs, which provide a strange sort of catharsis when mentioned.

I have a test tomorrow in Differential Equations, which has been doing quite a number on me. If I can properly study, I might just be able to pull out a much-needed miracle. The happy effects of this potential miracle wouldn't be limited to my grades in that class, however: I need an overall academic morale boost. Danielle was recently in town for the better part of a week, and it was tremendously wonderful to have her around, but she never was very conducive to scholarship. So here I am, stuck in a funk (exacerbated by scores that were slightly lower than expected on two tests).

And I have no job prospects for the summer or fall. Jesus Christ, what's happened to me? I'm like a massive airliner whose engine has happily decided to stall. If, for the love of God, I can turn the engines back on everything should be all right. But otherwise I'll plummet to the ground. Thankfully, even the ground only represents mediocrity, but it's an extremely dangerous sign that I am both in danger of slipping and in such a bad state that mediocrity doesn't seem so bad. I have no idea if acknowledging this will actually spur me to take (greater) action. Squee, bitch.

Oh, but on a much more light-hearted note I found out the coolest thing while searching for synonyms of bombastic on dictionary.com! While big-talking is considered "informal or slang", bullshitting is not. I love you, English language.