Even though it was Economics

I just took my first test in over a year. I don't want to overstate this so let me see if I can't find the exact phrasing necessary: I bitch-slapped that test so hard that anyone within 2 seats of me died; they just stopped living.

I can really only claim correlation. Did the sheer magnitude of my intellectual might generate some sort of expansive wave that in some way caused my peers to pass away? Really only God, or Gil Grisom, can tell. Still, I feel a pang of guilt. Sometimes, as is the case with me, a person can just forget their own strength and mistakenly, y'know, kill someone.

I'm like the oxymoronic cereberal parrallel to Lenny, from "Of Mice and Men". Really, the poetry here is mellifluous. I am the ultimate tragic figure. Given extraordinary power of contemplation I find that my gift is also my curse.


Oh my god....I'm Spider-Man

*tear*