Hello all,
I know its been a while, but I have been kind of busy. I feel like this semester has been the biggest prize fights I have ever been in. I have been struggling with statistics this semster. I thought from probability on, I would understand more of it naturally--WRONG! How naive I was. I have a tutor , and she has helped me immensely, but I just have trouble grasping some things.
I got through so far with am A-, which I am happy with, but . . . I am going for platinum. Here we are two weeks to go in the semester, and I have one more class project for stats. This last project is a really tough one. So tough in fact, I had to leave early the other night because I was so burned out on stats. I mean I really couldn't see straight, and felt like the walls were closing in.
Why do I put so much pressure on myself? why do I need to be the best at everything I do? these two questions are so easy yet, so hard to answer. Why am I this way? I tell you, I do not know.
I also have a final project do for another class. This project, however, is one that really gets me all nerved up. I am working with other people on it. I don't have a problem with working with people, its just-- I prefer to stand or fall alone. My grade is my grade, for a reason. To depend on people has always left me jaded. Here's hoping.
Oh well, things are as they are . . . as they are. I don't make any excuses and I can't help certain personality quirks. I never intend to explain myself either. Mostly because, I only care about the opinion from a small number of people..
Well anyhow, that is it for me. I am off to battle the homework blues, but before I go, I will leave you with one finally thought. Living in this building sucks, one of my neighbors is cooking, what smells like burnt onion stuffed asshole. I mean my eyes are on fire.whomever it is they need to never cook that again. I may go rub bleach in them to make them feel better.
Later Taters.
PS. Lava, how did I do?
P.P.S.S. Tonight I am making corn muffins. Good thing there not a North-Easter rolling through, or else it could have become another cupcake incident.
