My MOM won't even answer her phone so I can whine at someone. Why is there no "aggrieved" mood icon?
Mmmm, 'stoy llena de frijoles. *pats belly*
So today, it rained. And then it rained some more. And then it continued to rain, at which point I tried to find things to break, only to realize that, alas! I had bought nothing but plastic dishes, except for my four mugs, which are for tea and therefore sacrosanct. So no out from boredom was to be had in breaking breakable things. Instead, I turned to studying for the GRE. Shall I sing a song of my hatred for algebra? No? Just a short ditty, with many bad words? Still no? Fine. Suffice to say, algebra can bite me, and I hope it breaks a tooth in the process. Small ray of (figurative) sunshine: I've still got it in the geometry department. *boogie* NOW I just have to haul my butt over to the verbal section and get over my tendency to re-write reading comp passages in my head (some of them are SO badly written, they make my inner English major break down and weep) and then answering the questions based on my revised version (good editing, bad test-taking). Also, I think I'll start using words like "panegyric" and "abstemious" in everyday conversation, since apparently this is a sign of high intellectual sophistication in the GRE's estimation (and here I though graduating from college with numerous diverse classes under my belt and being a good reader and writer would suffice as the measure of all that! Ha ha! Clearly, I am a doofus). Back to the math section: so far, I suck at quantitative comparisons and algebra in general and I'm good at geometry, symbolism, word problems, and data interpretation. Somewhere in the vicinity of a 700 on the math section, O Gods of the GRE, that's all I'm asking! O please!
And here I thought I was done with the SAT and all its ilk after I left high school.
OK, less bitching about the rain/GRE/durability of my flatware, more reading Dave Barry.
Hasta, chicos.
So today, it rained. And then it rained some more. And then it continued to rain, at which point I tried to find things to break, only to realize that, alas! I had bought nothing but plastic dishes, except for my four mugs, which are for tea and therefore sacrosanct. So no out from boredom was to be had in breaking breakable things. Instead, I turned to studying for the GRE. Shall I sing a song of my hatred for algebra? No? Just a short ditty, with many bad words? Still no? Fine. Suffice to say, algebra can bite me, and I hope it breaks a tooth in the process. Small ray of (figurative) sunshine: I've still got it in the geometry department. *boogie* NOW I just have to haul my butt over to the verbal section and get over my tendency to re-write reading comp passages in my head (some of them are SO badly written, they make my inner English major break down and weep) and then answering the questions based on my revised version (good editing, bad test-taking). Also, I think I'll start using words like "panegyric" and "abstemious" in everyday conversation, since apparently this is a sign of high intellectual sophistication in the GRE's estimation (and here I though graduating from college with numerous diverse classes under my belt and being a good reader and writer would suffice as the measure of all that! Ha ha! Clearly, I am a doofus). Back to the math section: so far, I suck at quantitative comparisons and algebra in general and I'm good at geometry, symbolism, word problems, and data interpretation. Somewhere in the vicinity of a 700 on the math section, O Gods of the GRE, that's all I'm asking! O please!
And here I thought I was done with the SAT and all its ilk after I left high school.
OK, less bitching about the rain/GRE/durability of my flatware, more reading Dave Barry.
Hasta, chicos.