consumed with what's to transpire
I am sitting here waiting for the internet to stop failing to let me do my french homework. Yesterday was one of the most mildly unpleasant without being actually terrible days of my life. Today was just full of homework, and the knowledge that after eight hours of sleep I could wake up feeling more tired than when I began.
Kerry is sitting on the floor reading Walden and eating a samosa. She doesn't seem happy. Joey is watching Tyler play Heroes. I want to tell him the thing that I didn't want to say last night--namely, that it's silly that he stayed up past three playing Heroes with Tyler when he spends so much time talking about how he doesn't even really like Heroes, except he does because his friends do.
Tyler is playing Heroes. Obviously.
Matt is watching the superbowl.
I finished my calculus homework, and I taught myself to do the thing I didn't know how to do last semester because I skipped class all the time and never learned it. Having started out not in a calc class this semester and not even being sure if the college will let me be in this one without my parents paying a ton of extra money that shouldn't happen has renewed my appreciation for math, even calc. Math is beautiful. Math is the most beautiful thing. It is true and logical and wonderful and all I want to do with the rest of my life is learn math and maybe occasionally econ.
On the other hand, I have not finished my French homework (which isn't due until Tuesday, but the internet thinks it's due tomorrow, which could be a problem). My french teacher doesn't like me. I am not doing as well in French as I used to, probably due to having taken a year and a half off. This is distressing. I haven't finished my ESem reading either, but I think I just decided not to. I found it too upsetting.
Kerry is sitting on the floor reading Walden and eating a samosa. She doesn't seem happy. Joey is watching Tyler play Heroes. I want to tell him the thing that I didn't want to say last night--namely, that it's silly that he stayed up past three playing Heroes with Tyler when he spends so much time talking about how he doesn't even really like Heroes, except he does because his friends do.
Tyler is playing Heroes. Obviously.
Matt is watching the superbowl.
I finished my calculus homework, and I taught myself to do the thing I didn't know how to do last semester because I skipped class all the time and never learned it. Having started out not in a calc class this semester and not even being sure if the college will let me be in this one without my parents paying a ton of extra money that shouldn't happen has renewed my appreciation for math, even calc. Math is beautiful. Math is the most beautiful thing. It is true and logical and wonderful and all I want to do with the rest of my life is learn math and maybe occasionally econ.
On the other hand, I have not finished my French homework (which isn't due until Tuesday, but the internet thinks it's due tomorrow, which could be a problem). My french teacher doesn't like me. I am not doing as well in French as I used to, probably due to having taken a year and a half off. This is distressing. I haven't finished my ESem reading either, but I think I just decided not to. I found it too upsetting.