i am not even going to bother to blog about agassi losing
let's just say the look on his face made me feel so sad and it was almost to painful to watch him scrambling after balls and limping feebly back to chair after double faulting on set point.

and i need a break because
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO
I FREAKING HATE BIO

hate is such a mild word in these circumstances, i think detest would be more apt.

if i see the phrases pulmonary artery and tricuspid valves in the same sentance again i will hurl.
i am very tempted to rip the cover off my bio book
but that would be a really hysterical thing to attempt, something only NUTJOBS do *coughclarissacough*
i need to play tennis to blow off some steam.

so.

back to bio.