Once upon a time there was a Princess called Princess Kpie. She was really tall and had blue eyes. But she had a problem. An evil Funsponge had been terrorising the kingdom. Also her mum, the Queen, had locked her in a dungeon. It was black and grey and very obsessively colour-coordinated.
Then, one night, at exactly 12:24am, she tasted some magic Cosmopolitan. This drink was so immensely amazingly awesome that its sheer power countered the powers of Funsponge. With her newfound powers she was able to escape the dungeon and stay awake all night, drink non-stop, and still emerge fresh and sober the next morning.
Princess Kpie was out with her best bitches, Madame Berecca and Lady Loubear, when Funsponge descended on the mean tavern they were drinking in. A hush fell over the room. The air was fridgid; those present who were previously enjoying life felt their joy leave the room with an audiable 'woosh.'
Funsponge had sponged the fun out of everything.
Bitch.
Princess Kpie, with the strength of the magic Cosmopolitan rushing through her veins, walked up to the dreaded sponge. With the crowd watching with bated funless breath, she raised a hand...
And punchd that whore out.
The crowed roared. A cheer could be heard all across the kingdom as fun was once again returned to all.
It was real sweet oi.
THE END.
P.S. This point is punctured by an affectionate tug of Kpie's toe. Ooh.

It's not about whom you are or what you choose. It's about attempting to live your life the best you can.
Its okay to love, laugh, cry, hate, and be obsessive.
It's okay to want something and know you can never have it, yet still go after it.
It's okay to be mad at people, its okay to forgive them.
Life is all about the hard times that break up the good ones. It's all about making those good times sweeter, and appreciating the world in all its imperfection.
Things don't always happen the way we plan, and that's fine.
It's okay to bawl your eyes out, and to burrow under the covers.
It's okay to laugh until your lungs give out.

Chaos is the essence of existence.

The following is one student's actual response to a question given on a University of Washington Chemistry mid-term.

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic or endothermic?

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any moresouls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."