The Square Root of 3

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

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love that poem from Harold and Kumar. lame, cheesy, stupid, dumb, but super hilarious and great show. the poem is so for mathematical people like me!! hahaha

countdown: 9 more working days! off tomorrow to run around with keith.

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following dedicated to mom, for making it possible to go to aus

God saw that she was getting tired
and a cure was not meant to be
So he put his arms around her
and whispered “Come with me”

With tearful eyes we watched her suffer
and watched her fade away
Although we loved her dearly
we could not make her stay

Only time will tell us of
the reason she has gone to rest
But God did this to prove us all
THAT HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST