.THE.NUMBERS.OH.GOD.THE.NUMBERS.WILL.HAUNT.MY.DREAMS.ARGH.
Oh, dear Non-Specific Diety, I feel like I will scream if I ever do anything with standard deviation or...well, just numbers in general, ever again. Argh. I despise Statistics. I never said I wanted to do this course! Nnn, not happy. But shout-singing/proper-singing along to Three Days Grace, so I'm feeling a little bit better...
I am in Lots And Lots Of Pain(tm), so I'm going to text Viki to see if she'll be able to print off my Stats coursework and hand it in to Mrs Orman tomorrow, or if she's too busy tossing off Julian or whatever. Only I won't write the last bit. ¬_¬ If her hands are too busy - either on...aforementioned things or bottles of alcohol - to text me back, I will have to see if one or other parent will drive me to school so that I can hand in the coursework but not stay... I'm not going in though; I'm in agony. :( It was so bad earlier that I couldn't stand up, and my mum, dad and brother were all there right in front of me when I was going "ow ow ow can't stand up f'ckit ow" and the only thing resembling attention was "Stop swearing." This much pain is. not. fun. Not being able to stand up or walk is not comfortable, strangely enough. Eurgh. Nneh. ...Yuh.
In other news, is it just me who thinks the lyric "take me all the way" is...kinda...ambiguous? ^^; Gawd, shut up, brain. I should not try to find meaning in angsty Canadian alternative rock songs at...whoa, it's not even 10.30 yet. Urgh, when I am under the influence of some pretty heavy painkillers, then. Co-codamol or parcetamol-asprin-caffine tablets and diclophenac are most definitely my friends right now. As are power chords. Yes. But not barre chords. No. ¬_¬ Actually, I'm in a piano-y mood. Hmm.
Talking of pianos, French was fun today: we were making captions for a restaurant photo storyboard, and mine were things like "Je vois les personnes decedes" [actually, "Je peux voir..." might be better, hmm], "o/~ Je joue du piano / Cette chanson est tres rigolo / Sian, j'adore ton chapeau", "o/~ Je joue du piano tres bien / Cette chanson est de rien" and "Regardez! Le singe est sur la branche!" I really had to resist the urge to have "Vous etes une putain." "Ah? Je ne suis pas une putain. Je n'avais pas le sexe pour l'argent. Qu'est-ce que vous dites, vous serveur?" [I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO CHECK WHAT 'WAITER' IS IN FRENCH; THAT IS CLOSE ENOUGH, DAMMIT] "Ah, pardon. Je suis desole. Vous avez raison. o/~ Je suis seulement un pauvre serveur / Je n'ai pas les pantalons." ^^; Oh, and "Bienvenue. C'est l'usine de glue. Voici un cheval. Un cheval, pas de glue. Un cheval, pas de glue. Pas de cheval, beaucoup de glue!" And the thing about Shredded Wheat too ["et apres...pas de dents!"]. But I didn't want to worry my teacher any more than the rest of it already did, sans Eddie Izzard randomness. Ah well.
Does anybody know how to write analyses of statistics? Cos...uh...I don't. And that's my coursework. Oh, fuckit, I die.
Oh, I found a guitar I'm in love with. Gibson Epiphone G-310. [the G-400 looks wonky :P and is more expensive ^^;]. I know almost nothing about guitars, and I really don't care what they can do, so long as they're not expensive and are pretty. And I found one on eBay. But it says "Available to Germany only" and "Post to: Europe". I will have to investigate. Or something. Oh, and get £140. Wow, there actually exists a pretty bass guitar. Who'd'a' thunk it? O__O OMFG THEY DO AN EMILY STRANGE ONE! That's one of the two best guitars I've ever seen (the other had cats eyes and claw scratches on ^^). I am now in love with that guitar. *stares* Hmm...£199. Totally worth it. I just...don't actually have that much money. Damn.
XD In a review for the G-310: "The only problems [sic] I have had with it is that my nut broke a few months ago..." I'm easily amused.
Anyway. Yes. Sleep...possibly.
I am in Lots And Lots Of Pain(tm), so I'm going to text Viki to see if she'll be able to print off my Stats coursework and hand it in to Mrs Orman tomorrow, or if she's too busy tossing off Julian or whatever. Only I won't write the last bit. ¬_¬ If her hands are too busy - either on...aforementioned things or bottles of alcohol - to text me back, I will have to see if one or other parent will drive me to school so that I can hand in the coursework but not stay... I'm not going in though; I'm in agony. :( It was so bad earlier that I couldn't stand up, and my mum, dad and brother were all there right in front of me when I was going "ow ow ow can't stand up f'ckit ow" and the only thing resembling attention was "Stop swearing." This much pain is. not. fun. Not being able to stand up or walk is not comfortable, strangely enough. Eurgh. Nneh. ...Yuh.
In other news, is it just me who thinks the lyric "take me all the way" is...kinda...ambiguous? ^^; Gawd, shut up, brain. I should not try to find meaning in angsty Canadian alternative rock songs at...whoa, it's not even 10.30 yet. Urgh, when I am under the influence of some pretty heavy painkillers, then. Co-codamol or parcetamol-asprin-caffine tablets and diclophenac are most definitely my friends right now. As are power chords. Yes. But not barre chords. No. ¬_¬ Actually, I'm in a piano-y mood. Hmm.
Talking of pianos, French was fun today: we were making captions for a restaurant photo storyboard, and mine were things like "Je vois les personnes decedes" [actually, "Je peux voir..." might be better, hmm], "o/~ Je joue du piano / Cette chanson est tres rigolo / Sian, j'adore ton chapeau", "o/~ Je joue du piano tres bien / Cette chanson est de rien" and "Regardez! Le singe est sur la branche!" I really had to resist the urge to have "Vous etes une putain." "Ah? Je ne suis pas une putain. Je n'avais pas le sexe pour l'argent. Qu'est-ce que vous dites, vous serveur?" [I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO CHECK WHAT 'WAITER' IS IN FRENCH; THAT IS CLOSE ENOUGH, DAMMIT] "Ah, pardon. Je suis desole. Vous avez raison. o/~ Je suis seulement un pauvre serveur / Je n'ai pas les pantalons." ^^; Oh, and "Bienvenue. C'est l'usine de glue. Voici un cheval. Un cheval, pas de glue. Un cheval, pas de glue. Pas de cheval, beaucoup de glue!" And the thing about Shredded Wheat too ["et apres...pas de dents!"]. But I didn't want to worry my teacher any more than the rest of it already did, sans Eddie Izzard randomness. Ah well.
Does anybody know how to write analyses of statistics? Cos...uh...I don't. And that's my coursework. Oh, fuckit, I die.
Oh, I found a guitar I'm in love with. Gibson Epiphone G-310. [the G-400 looks wonky :P and is more expensive ^^;]. I know almost nothing about guitars, and I really don't care what they can do, so long as they're not expensive and are pretty. And I found one on eBay. But it says "Available to Germany only" and "Post to: Europe". I will have to investigate. Or something. Oh, and get £140. Wow, there actually exists a pretty bass guitar. Who'd'a' thunk it? O__O OMFG THEY DO AN EMILY STRANGE ONE! That's one of the two best guitars I've ever seen (the other had cats eyes and claw scratches on ^^). I am now in love with that guitar. *stares* Hmm...£199. Totally worth it. I just...don't actually have that much money. Damn.
XD In a review for the G-310: "The only problems [sic] I have had with it is that my nut broke a few months ago..." I'm easily amused.
Anyway. Yes. Sleep...possibly.