Good Swimmer Does Not Entail Good Naval Architect

I saw the prince the other day (the one on the right). He came to check out our bitchin' fuel efficient cars. As a gift I made him a homemade cheeseburger. I even wrapped it in deep fried pancakes. And to drink a big vanilla milkshake, blended with 15 extra strength Tums. In return, he's made me a Danish citizen, but only under the condition that I get a haircut. Normally, I wouldn't agree, but he threw a pair of underwear with the Danish flag on them. To celebrate we put on some of those wooden clogs everyone loves and danced around to Devendra Banhart.

Yeah yeah, I know, but it's been one of those years. First semester, I decided to make half my classes in Danish. Awesome idea. High five. At about October, I was more than ready to drop out of college and become a horticulturist. Instead, I decided to go to Italy and pick on everyone who wears those big sunglasses. That helped.

Second semester, I told myself that I'd do it right. I maxed out my credits, while still taking a class in Danish, and figured I'd take a ship design course on top of that. Thought it would be easy since I'm a good swimmer and all.

So I kind of feel like my heads been stuck up my ass the past year. But at least the music's been great.