An... interesting game.

Where you, as helvetica, get to beat up ariel.

*blinks*

Surprisingly, it takes a while to figure out how to play.

So, I got a 93 on my essay

A 93? On an essay? He's SO precise.

Anyway, that makes 3 As this summer. If I do well on that math final, it'll be an even four. But more likely it'll be 3 and a B or something. I haven't paid enough attention.

God, I feel stupid

I had to borrow a book from the reference room. No problem, right?

I couldn't remember the title of the book.
I couldn't remember my professor's name.

So I took a substitute. Halfway in, I realize I know the title of the book after all (Heart of Mathematics, and let me tell you that book is a prime candidate to be slammed at The Textbook League, link forthcoming). So I go up and ask for it. Sit back down. After reading this book (which, may I say, is full with needless 3-d pictures. If you don't pay an extra $10 for the 3-d glasses, you can't see the pictures), I go up to return it and recover my ID.

Person at counter: What's your name?
Me: Uh....

*groans*

I knew I was bad with names, but this is ridiculous.