i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

I conquer with Triza

as a recent college graduate: trust me you don’t want to have regrets about a major you dislike ;n

i mean

i really think i’d like micro once i got past the prereqs but i just can’t because butts

and yeah i guess i concur with Triz as well

it’s just gonna be hard on the mom and dad front