I fucking hate math. Like srsly.
I don't get it. It's frustrating. It takes like 5 minutes just to do one problem, and getting to the solution part isn't even worth it. I'm trying to do my homework online, but I keep getting the answers all wrong and I don't know why. And I keep fidgeting in this chair, next to some kid I don't know. And she looks at me time to time, because maybe I look all crazy, kicking my legs and shaking my foot and tapping my nails on the desk compulsively. I bet I look annoying as hell.
On a positive note, there was a book sale at the Oviatt today. I bought a ton, and so now, I'm going to have to lug my weight in used books all the way across campus to where I parked my car. I got a few old classics for me, a couple for Crys, and a book about Old London for my sister. Oh, and I had to create a self portrait for Art 124 B, expressing who I am. I really enjoyed that project a whole lot and am satisfied completely with the outcome (and having to describe myself is really intimidating for me). Because I don't know where the fuck my camera is, I cannot post pictures of it (or any of my newest shtuffs) until I can borrow one from a friend.
After I finish this lame homework, I'm going to visit Lindsay, since the studio is right next to school now, and drop off an original for the art show. Grab lunch, nap, meet up with Crys and go back to school to study some moar. Awesome.
mkp.
