Damn, I could use some tea right now.
I don't understand statistics. I don't want to bother studying even though I now I have a quiz tomorrow but there's so damn much that we've covered already since the midterm so how the hell am I supposed to figure out what two tiny inconsequential things are going to be on it? Seriously. I never understand anything until after I fail a quiz and then my TA teaches everything in a way that actually makes sense.
It doesn't help that there's all these goddamned math geniuses who always pipe up in lecture with some obscure theoretical statement that they not-so-subtly phrase as a question to get the prof's confirmation on what they're thinking, which inevitably always throws what little I thought I understood from the lecture out the window. Not that my lecture room for stats has any windows.
aosindlkasndoi. Hello, I don't like math, can you tell? I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I did worse on Memory & Cognition than I did for this class though.
Moving on, thanks a lot for everyone who's sending ";_; ♥" and "*hugs*" to me about my fish. Fife also passed away this afternoon, which was a day later than I thought the little thing could hold out. Tougher little fishball than I gave him credit for. I hope he and Glamis are in the great proverbial fishbowl in the sky where they won't get bullied or infected by nasty things anymore. And thus, my trio of Macbeth references is reduced to just Cawdor.
Meanwhile, I know I said last post that I'm trying to resign myself to Boss' inevitable death, and he's showing signs of a secondary fungal infection just to make things more 'interesting' so I probably should just euthanize him, but... I can't. I mean, I can barely stand to look at him. It's just heartbreaking since he's a shadow of the goldfish he once was and fading fast. The thing is, he wasn't the kind of fish that just gave the hell up (otherwise he wouldn't have lived this long) so I feel like even if this myriad of diseases is making him give up, I'll just have to pick up the slack for the both of us.
So me and the aunt dropped by Petsmart today to find more things to try to cure his fungal infection, fin rot, and septicemia with. We didn't know if we could use both kinds of medication at once, so we asked, and the guy came back, told us it was alright, and remarked, "Must be one special fish, huh?" And I just said, "Yeah."
I guess the guy thought that any fish that requires a combo of meds like this is probably pretty far gone already and is surprised we're still trying to save it. But yeah, one special fish.
It is probably unnatural, being all emotionally retarded over a goldfish. My cousin asked me how I was doing last night, and if it really was just over Boss, and I said yes (and maybe I'm just hormonal or something), but mulling it over more, maybe I am projecting some old issues onto Boss current predicament after all. Maybe. But hey, if a miracle happens and Boss lives through this, then I might resolve any old issues I might be projecting right now too, and all is well with the world. Yes?
So basically, even if my fish is giving up and I know I should be giving up too, I'll channel some of my retarded stubbornness and keep praying for a miracle because I'm lame like that and my logic is clearly infallible.
Good news is, the main tank needs some algae scraping, but otherwise seems to have a perfect bill of health water-wise and all the little buggers may act weird but at least they're hardly going to fall ill any time soon. Let's just hope I'm not jinxing anything. In a way, I half-blame them for what's happening to Boss. But well, if the big guy goes, they'd better be keeping me company for the next decade to make things up to me goddammit.
PS. Failing with comments lately. D: I love you guys and some of you deserve hugs more than me and I like reading about the happy glee that the rest of you are experiencing but yeah. I love you guys and you make me feel better, but right now I just love my goldfish more, as dumb as that is. :x
It doesn't help that there's all these goddamned math geniuses who always pipe up in lecture with some obscure theoretical statement that they not-so-subtly phrase as a question to get the prof's confirmation on what they're thinking, which inevitably always throws what little I thought I understood from the lecture out the window. Not that my lecture room for stats has any windows.
aosindlkasndoi. Hello, I don't like math, can you tell? I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I did worse on Memory & Cognition than I did for this class though.
Moving on, thanks a lot for everyone who's sending ";_; ♥" and "*hugs*" to me about my fish. Fife also passed away this afternoon, which was a day later than I thought the little thing could hold out. Tougher little fishball than I gave him credit for. I hope he and Glamis are in the great proverbial fishbowl in the sky where they won't get bullied or infected by nasty things anymore. And thus, my trio of Macbeth references is reduced to just Cawdor.
Meanwhile, I know I said last post that I'm trying to resign myself to Boss' inevitable death, and he's showing signs of a secondary fungal infection just to make things more 'interesting' so I probably should just euthanize him, but... I can't. I mean, I can barely stand to look at him. It's just heartbreaking since he's a shadow of the goldfish he once was and fading fast. The thing is, he wasn't the kind of fish that just gave the hell up (otherwise he wouldn't have lived this long) so I feel like even if this myriad of diseases is making him give up, I'll just have to pick up the slack for the both of us.
So me and the aunt dropped by Petsmart today to find more things to try to cure his fungal infection, fin rot, and septicemia with. We didn't know if we could use both kinds of medication at once, so we asked, and the guy came back, told us it was alright, and remarked, "Must be one special fish, huh?" And I just said, "Yeah."
I guess the guy thought that any fish that requires a combo of meds like this is probably pretty far gone already and is surprised we're still trying to save it. But yeah, one special fish.
It is probably unnatural, being all emotionally retarded over a goldfish. My cousin asked me how I was doing last night, and if it really was just over Boss, and I said yes (and maybe I'm just hormonal or something), but mulling it over more, maybe I am projecting some old issues onto Boss current predicament after all. Maybe. But hey, if a miracle happens and Boss lives through this, then I might resolve any old issues I might be projecting right now too, and all is well with the world. Yes?
So basically, even if my fish is giving up and I know I should be giving up too, I'll channel some of my retarded stubbornness and keep praying for a miracle because I'm lame like that and my logic is clearly infallible.
Good news is, the main tank needs some algae scraping, but otherwise seems to have a perfect bill of health water-wise and all the little buggers may act weird but at least they're hardly going to fall ill any time soon. Let's just hope I'm not jinxing anything. In a way, I half-blame them for what's happening to Boss. But well, if the big guy goes, they'd better be keeping me company for the next decade to make things up to me goddammit.
PS. Failing with comments lately. D: I love you guys and some of you deserve hugs more than me and I like reading about the happy glee that the rest of you are experiencing but yeah. I love you guys and you make me feel better, but right now I just love my goldfish more, as dumb as that is. :x