My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord
And my spirit exalts in God my Saviour
For He has looked with mercy on my lowliness
And so my name will be forever exalted
For the mighty God has done great things for me
And his mercy shall reach from age to age

And holy, holy, holy is his name.

Even Math Sucks Sometimes

Math studying is about killing me, so... I will blog instead! Oh escapism. What a good tactic.

What to write? Hmmm... perhaps a Christmas exam poem.

The tree is up
The lights are blinking
But Janna's work ethic
Sure is stinking

Imaginary numbers
Are in my head
I'd rather the integral
Of -i was dead.

My coffee with eggnog
Is the best part of my day
I think I may be addicted
But what can I say?
I like coffee

Ok, as much as I would love to continue poem-ing, I actually need to get back to work. If I never blog again, it is because complex analysis actually murdered me.