I flippin' loathe math...

[bohemianideals]

Yes, Math is from the devil. I swear it is! When am I ever going to need all those numbers? I'd rather study the anatomy of a human and actually cut up the corpse than deal with the midpoint formula!! *glares at Trig book*
So bad that I couldn't figure out 9 problems...
And I started to cry...
And I'm going to give up working on Wednesdays at the YWCA... Not enough time to concentrate on the evilness that is Trig.
I'm just scared that when I go into the room, Mr. T is gonna go all crazy on me and get onto me for not completing the HW... *is scared/worried*
I wanna talk to Jason, but he isn't online... I know he could make me feel better about it... *sighs* Oh well...

Blank Lines

Numbers swirling before my eyes
Sentences breaking up
(never making sense)
Formulas complicating my mind
complicating my eyes
complicating my lungs
Unable to comprehend the purpose
of it all
Unable to understand the use
of it all
The lines all tell me
where to write
where to graph
where to scream
The never ending lines...
The never ending horizontal lines
that my vertical writing covers

And so starts the first of the soon to be many poems inspired by Trig...
Fun.Stuff.