Okay, who still isn't watching American Idol? *raises hand high* Yeah, because outside of The Real World, Road Rules, Survivor, and Big Brother, I find reality TV shows to be an inbreeding of each other. I'm not watching any incestuous TV, I'm sorry. I'll just watch the parents who have different genes, thanks. I taught my mom Chemistry today. She was half asleep, and here I was, talking about electron configuration notation while she's half snoring at the wheel. NOT a pretty picture. But the Chemistry understanding is bizzare and rare. I thought I'd be sitting there staring at it, but there's this wonderful thing you can do. It's called paying attention in class, and when you do it, you LEARN! What a concept. So while my classmates are snoring and drooling, I'm hanging onto my teacher's every word, praying that my brain can make it all work out in the end. It's all, "Chemistry is stupid," and "Chemistry sucks, man," and I'm just like, "So take Physics...we're all suffering together here. Complain in private like I do. Or go get a diary, like I also do." But I'm actually not here to complain about the Chemistry today. I'm really here to complain about the Geometry. (Commercial break: Does anyone know what a wobbygong is?) Anyway, the Geometry. PROOFS! Everyone's favorite subject, right? Wrong! It's supposed to be all logic and have tons to do with thinking, but no. All it does is melt my brain into mush and bring me to the brink of tears, and then the bell rings. Stupid proofs. So you're going, "Drew, quit complaining about proofs." Well, to you, I say, "Take Geometry, and then we'll chat."