I am fucking brilliant
Well....or at least not totally useless.
Why?
Because I got a B in stats!
That's right. Me. The girl who used to cry her eyes out for missing one point on an assignment is now lauding herself for getting a B in a junior college class. F-it. It's a pre-req that brings me that much closer to getting MBA and making actual money. Money that could buy me a spinning wheel. Money that could buy me a new car. Money that could buy me a house for both my SOS. Is it any wonder that I'm happy.
Oh my Goodness! I just realized, I CAN DECLARE CANDIDACY for my MBA now!
In fact, I had better do it since I have to do it 8 months before I finish and I currently have paced it to where I should be able to finish in a year or less from now.
Why do I rock so hard?
No one knows.
On the other hand, time to get off LJ (just had to peek!) and go back to the dreaded-NANOTECH-Presentation-of-doooooooooooom! It's tragic like a Mahler symphony. But I have to finish it in the way that an emo kid needs to write in his diary about cutting - so there it is.
Kisses and love and appologies for all the neglect, my dears! (Starryshadows, I am especially looking at you).
~Agent K (like agent orange, only in red)
Why?
Because I got a B in stats!
That's right. Me. The girl who used to cry her eyes out for missing one point on an assignment is now lauding herself for getting a B in a junior college class. F-it. It's a pre-req that brings me that much closer to getting MBA and making actual money. Money that could buy me a spinning wheel. Money that could buy me a new car. Money that could buy me a house for both my SOS. Is it any wonder that I'm happy.
Oh my Goodness! I just realized, I CAN DECLARE CANDIDACY for my MBA now!
In fact, I had better do it since I have to do it 8 months before I finish and I currently have paced it to where I should be able to finish in a year or less from now.
Why do I rock so hard?
No one knows.
On the other hand, time to get off LJ (just had to peek!) and go back to the dreaded-NANOTECH-Presentation-of-doooooooooooom! It's tragic like a Mahler symphony. But I have to finish it in the way that an emo kid needs to write in his diary about cutting - so there it is.
Kisses and love and appologies for all the neglect, my dears! (Starryshadows, I am especially looking at you).
~Agent K (like agent orange, only in red)