I'm not going to go in-depth (at all) but... quick things on my mind:
I am really grateful for my parents. My mom sincerely misses me. She honestly believes in me too. And my Popi? Man, a quick voice mail from him made my day. Good grief, I want to buy him tickets to the Bryan Ferry show for his bday!
I watched so much friends this weekend. Whatthehecksogood!
Robin & Mraz's birthday this week! Oow!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Keep on, keepin' on.
Keep on trucking. Man, I was so incredibly optimistic about studying and my test and getting to sleep at a reasonable hour (3am). But nope, not going to happen. I'm in this weird state of mind though. I think my body has just accepted that it'll never get to rest, to my back's dismay. My mind is acting even weirder. I'm not really tired. I'm not even that angry. I'm just oh, okay we're going to take that road? Okay.
I wish I didn't have to do this so often. I can see how badly it is affecting me physically. My face does look rather haggard. It sucks. Hopefully, but doing this now, it'll prevent me from doing it so often and for a longer period of time. It's only this month. Two more weeks. Two more weeks.
Oh, man.
My list of things to do this weekend looks really great thus far. I hope it's not tarnished somehow. Okay, respond to Christa's email, then back to wooooooork.
I wish I didn't have to do this so often. I can see how badly it is affecting me physically. My face does look rather haggard. It sucks. Hopefully, but doing this now, it'll prevent me from doing it so often and for a longer period of time. It's only this month. Two more weeks. Two more weeks.
Oh, man.
My list of things to do this weekend looks really great thus far. I hope it's not tarnished somehow. Okay, respond to Christa's email, then back to wooooooork.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Dear WeBWorK
Dear WeBWorK,
I really fucking hate you. I do. You're annoying and not very helpful. You make me a very unfriendly person to be around and make me hate everything. My disposition always morphs into something intensely unpleasant after dealing with you. I'm 100% serious. I'm now whiny, pissed off, and extremely discouraged. And precal, for a class that is not desirable in the first place, I would expect you to have a heart and not make it worse with a shitty website. WeBWorK? Your name is stupid. Thanks for taking me back to seventh grade when everyone thought it was cool to type like that. It's not, and it makes you pathetic. Just like the way you make me feel. Oh, remember how intelligent I was? Oh, you wouldn't know now would you? I've spent HOURS trying to get the correct answers but oh no. You are too picky. I've only spent at least 3 hours on 10 questions and getting less than 50% correct! You're such a bitch. And you don't explain why I'm right or wrong. Your pal, the book, has other questions I'd rather answer any day. Too bad you guys don't get along better, the examples may help if you did. But congratulations on making me feel like an absolute fool! You win. Take a bow. Take my high GPA and run with it. Don't worry, it's only my self-respect, dignity, and scholarships/grants you'll be taking along with it. Think of them as bonus prizes for taking a shit on my life.
See you in hell,
Bee
P.S. Thanks for contributing to my lack of sleep. It really makes me a happy-go-lucky person. Cheers!
I really fucking hate you. I do. You're annoying and not very helpful. You make me a very unfriendly person to be around and make me hate everything. My disposition always morphs into something intensely unpleasant after dealing with you. I'm 100% serious. I'm now whiny, pissed off, and extremely discouraged. And precal, for a class that is not desirable in the first place, I would expect you to have a heart and not make it worse with a shitty website. WeBWorK? Your name is stupid. Thanks for taking me back to seventh grade when everyone thought it was cool to type like that. It's not, and it makes you pathetic. Just like the way you make me feel. Oh, remember how intelligent I was? Oh, you wouldn't know now would you? I've spent HOURS trying to get the correct answers but oh no. You are too picky. I've only spent at least 3 hours on 10 questions and getting less than 50% correct! You're such a bitch. And you don't explain why I'm right or wrong. Your pal, the book, has other questions I'd rather answer any day. Too bad you guys don't get along better, the examples may help if you did. But congratulations on making me feel like an absolute fool! You win. Take a bow. Take my high GPA and run with it. Don't worry, it's only my self-respect, dignity, and scholarships/grants you'll be taking along with it. Think of them as bonus prizes for taking a shit on my life.
See you in hell,
Bee
P.S. Thanks for contributing to my lack of sleep. It really makes me a happy-go-lucky person. Cheers!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Lasers
I really respect/dig Lupe. He's just tight.
This is tight too!
I'm starting to count down until the end of this month already. I feel constantly frustrated with almost everything. I need time to be away from being here. Or something. Perhaps it's because I'm out of my comfort zone in both of my classes. I'm not used to being in the dark with class material. I usually have some good background before I'm in a class. Now, with being out of the math classes for so long, I'm out of my element. I feel foolish all the time. I even did the wrong night's homework. Growl. With my hip-hop class, I'm not too familiar with the names, the songs, or anything really. I'm not comfortable talking or anything. It doesn't help that when I do talk in class, it's complete verbal diarrhea. I can't stop it. Tomorrow is a new day. On the bright side, most of the people in my classes, including my professors, won't remember who the hell I am in less than 3 weeks! Yay! Foolishness won't last forever, yeah?
I really don't like being in a bad mood and after the great weekend I had, I was not expecting this clusterfuck of a feeling this week. But, I'm going to change it the best I can.
Let's get some quick inspiration.
I'm gonna leave 'em all behind!
This is tight too!
I'm starting to count down until the end of this month already. I feel constantly frustrated with almost everything. I need time to be away from being here. Or something. Perhaps it's because I'm out of my comfort zone in both of my classes. I'm not used to being in the dark with class material. I usually have some good background before I'm in a class. Now, with being out of the math classes for so long, I'm out of my element. I feel foolish all the time. I even did the wrong night's homework. Growl. With my hip-hop class, I'm not too familiar with the names, the songs, or anything really. I'm not comfortable talking or anything. It doesn't help that when I do talk in class, it's complete verbal diarrhea. I can't stop it. Tomorrow is a new day. On the bright side, most of the people in my classes, including my professors, won't remember who the hell I am in less than 3 weeks! Yay! Foolishness won't last forever, yeah?
I really don't like being in a bad mood and after the great weekend I had, I was not expecting this clusterfuck of a feeling this week. But, I'm going to change it the best I can.
Let's get some quick inspiration.
I'm gonna leave 'em all behind!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Cheap Bottles of Wine
This song gets stuck in my head really easily. I may have convinced Tom to try to bring them to GC.
Today I got really frustrated. Math without a book and without having to practice it in a while is awful. That mixed with a lack of sleep and whatnot is not a good combo. Although, that's not an excuse. Those are contributing factors. I do a good job of keeping my anger in check normally, but today I almost lost it. I am completely aware that my friend was trying to help me work through my homework but I had already prepared myself for not turning in something acceptable. It made me incredibly more angry that they didn't stop talking about or whatever after the time was up. I can't stand that. It's hard enough for me to ask for help in areas that I am struggling with because of my pride. But it's even more hard for me to accept any sort of failure. I take these things to heart, especially grades. So when I have to accept that I ran out of time and turned something in that is sub-par, it kills me. For the love of all that is good, don't drag it out any more than necessary. K?Thanx.
I wanted to listen to angry music after this incident. Let someone else's pain override my own, hence, Eminem pandora station.
Instead of anger, what I got was something more of a cry of desperation, reaching out. In a way, this made me more mad, but I kept on listening feeling, not thinking, that song was intended for me at that moment. You're not alone. "Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling."
Destiny takes a hand.
Today I got really frustrated. Math without a book and without having to practice it in a while is awful. That mixed with a lack of sleep and whatnot is not a good combo. Although, that's not an excuse. Those are contributing factors. I do a good job of keeping my anger in check normally, but today I almost lost it. I am completely aware that my friend was trying to help me work through my homework but I had already prepared myself for not turning in something acceptable. It made me incredibly more angry that they didn't stop talking about or whatever after the time was up. I can't stand that. It's hard enough for me to ask for help in areas that I am struggling with because of my pride. But it's even more hard for me to accept any sort of failure. I take these things to heart, especially grades. So when I have to accept that I ran out of time and turned something in that is sub-par, it kills me. For the love of all that is good, don't drag it out any more than necessary. K?Thanx.
I wanted to listen to angry music after this incident. Let someone else's pain override my own, hence, Eminem pandora station.
Instead of anger, what I got was something more of a cry of desperation, reaching out. In a way, this made me more mad, but I kept on listening feeling, not thinking, that song was intended for me at that moment. You're not alone. "Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling."
Destiny takes a hand.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
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