math
math sucks. no, statistics sucks. let's write that sentence with more alliteration, shall we? statistics sucks, so sweetily, sans sympathy. that was decent alliteration. no, no it wasn't. maybe i should have finished the whole homework assignment on sunday instead of being depressed by watching the 49ers lose to an equally sucky team: the dolphins.
i'm so tired. so confused. so, everything. i wish i could look in the mirror and say, "hey, you know just what's going on in your life." i can't. it would be great if i could though, since i have a wall that's a mirror. it would get some use out of it since it mostly just creeps me out.
i'm so tired. so confused. so, everything. i wish i could look in the mirror and say, "hey, you know just what's going on in your life." i can't. it would be great if i could though, since i have a wall that's a mirror. it would get some use out of it since it mostly just creeps me out.