Ideal Law

Ever heard of PV = NRT?

Well, if you had, then, you know that it is called the ideal gas law, I think, well, I'm not sure actually. Well, it goes to say that Pressure times Volume is equal to N (something to do with the quantity of the gas), R (ideal gas constant), and T, which stands for temperature. Wow! Cool right? Cool!

Well, here is how I look at it. consider N = 1, and that 1 is YOU. yeah you! Now, the ideal gas law says the more pressure you have on you, the hotter you get, to compensate for the pressure. (it fucking means you get hot headed, your blood pressure goes through the roof and eventually you die). That is some scary shit. Or you get to be HOT! you know? as in, I wanna fuck you hot, you know? Hot, as in model ass hot, well, you get the point. I suggest you try to look at this temperature thing the positive way, whatever that may be for you.

Now, looking at the ideal gas shit again, the equation can also be P = (NRT)/V. What the fuck does this mean? Well, the more pressure you have on you, the lower your volume gets, and for human beings, volume basically translates to weight. Getting this shit? It fucking means, papayat ka! PAPAYAT! what the fuck! well, got to love the ideal gas law right? right!
FTW! Fuck the whaaat?! wahooo.

Oh, I forgot about the R. Well, fuck the R, it is just a constant anyway and constant is boring, very boring. Spicing up your life is way better, get some pressure in your life, that shit is some good ecstasy. You get to be hot (temperature rises!) plus you get to be thin (Volume goes down!)

I am not a genius or anything, and I am not really sure if I made any sense in explaining the ideal gas law but what the heck, at least I am not this guy,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPUGNO3k-tA
(thank you YouTube and GMA and thank you drugs)

Lesson learned.. or not..

Cramming has always been a habit (procrastinating is the more appropriate word but, what the hell, that's not the point) . Never will you see me studying for an exam weeks before the actual grind out. And yet, cramming never gets old. I'll admit, the outcome is never pretty, NEVER! but then again, pretty is a very relative word. There are just too many distractions in life, and sad to say, I never had the discipline to block these distractions out. Then there is that inspiring promise to do better after an everything-gone-wrong exam. But, Lo and Behold, cramming rears its ugly, beautiful, and tempting head.

I can't imagine my life, though, without cramming. It just won't be complete. No more late nights, no more coffee, no more cigarette puffing in the middle of the night, and worst of all, no more eye bugs. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, they say. Hell, then those people are... shit(pardon my language). I say, the heavier your eye bugs are, the cooler you are, and most definitely, the prettier you are. Hell Yeah.

The second semester of this school year is nearing its end, and Finals week has already arrived. That can only mean intimate nights with your pen, cozy bed night stories with your book and hot coffee by your side, at the very least. Good news though, you know what they say about how there is always that light at the end of every tunnel. Well, that light is a fucking passing grade! or it could be as simple as an ice cold beer, or rock band-ing 'til the break of dawn, whatever that light of yours may be, study hard crammer, study hard.