a churning urn of burning funk
I can feel my heartbeat in my eyeballs. I think that's bad.
If you like statistics, know that I'm learning more about chi-square than I ever ever ever cared to know.
What else?
In two days, I'll be able to say that I'm going home in a week. Well, I'll actually be going to Sarah Louise's cotillion as Matt's date. Close enough.
I really just want my eyeballs to stop beating. Sounds pretty gross, huh? You should feel it.
I was in a bad mood until livejournal talked me out of it. Thanks livejournal.
If you like statistics, know that I'm learning more about chi-square than I ever ever ever cared to know.
What else?
In two days, I'll be able to say that I'm going home in a week. Well, I'll actually be going to Sarah Louise's cotillion as Matt's date. Close enough.
I really just want my eyeballs to stop beating. Sounds pretty gross, huh? You should feel it.
I was in a bad mood until livejournal talked me out of it. Thanks livejournal.