Calling Neo...

Okay so I'm sure most people had this stuff in high school, but Maben High School was not trying to offer anything this complex.  I'm seeing it for the first time.  Professor Fuddle (this is my new nickname for him) teaches in a way that makes it seem as if he's thinking out loud.  It's almost like he hasn't prepared a lesson plan; he's just winging it and offering points as they occur to him.  Well, he seemed especially fuddled last night and the class was becoming more and more confused as he was "explaining" the matrix concept to us.

Dude, I felt like I was in "The Matrix" and Prof. Fuddle was the Oracle.  (could not resist that)

I was going to try to navigate this class without getting the book but after last night, Chegg please!

Now, the concept isn't really all that complex, it's just like solving systems of linear equations with multiple variables but SHEESH Fuddle was just in his own world for a bit there.  Huh, now I want to watch "The Matrix" again...that movie never gets old.  **On a side note:  Professor Speed was sweating profusely at the beginning of class on Wednesday night...I'm thinking the nickname may be more apt than I realized.**

Gripe From A Severely Immature 40-Year-Old

So, I sent my folks an email last week informing them that I was having anxiety about my job and life and that I was going to cancel my fall classes.  I got no response.

So, I sent my folks an email this week informing them that I had changed my mind and I was going to attend classes this fall as planned.  I got no response.

I can only infer from their lack of response that it doesn't matter to them either way, or more likely that they are used to my histrionics and decided to ignore this snit.  Either way, I feel like going to my room to pout.

This doesn't have the desired effect when you are in a different time zone than your parents.

Grades Are In...

My current transcript along with what I'm scheduled to take next semester.  Yes, I dropped that Business class that I had been complaining about since day one of last semester.  When I retake it, if I hear any talk of any group projects, I will be ready to go on some kind of rampage...drinking, eating, killing...I'm not sure which one.

I feel like I want to add another class for next semester, but I'm worried the two I chose are going to be a challenge to juggle along with work.  I'm expecting long research papers and insane formulas that I've never heard of.

Can't Sleep...

My brain won't shut up about equations and whatnot.  My final is tomorrow and I'm quite nervous.  I'm not looking forward to the new under-eye bags that I'll be sporting in addition to my regular under-eye bags.

Going Down In The Annals Of Hack Writing:

From my Humanities paper first draft:

"What I found was that the very humanness of his expression would allow the person looking at the painting to project their own ponderings onto it.  It was more than just an enigmatic chimp on black velvet, it could be viewed as a mirror into one's own thoughts."

BOO!! HISS!!

School & Beer & Regurgitated Raviolis (Perhaps)...

Hmmm, so it was a 3-alarm-drunk weekend, Frankie!  Friday night, Saturday afternoon, and Sunday afternoon.  I don't know what I was thinking!  When I got to class Monday night, I was still in such a haze I could barely concentrate.  (On a side note, the bus that I took after class had apparently stopped in Crazy Town because there were some REAL CHARACTERS on that mug.)  I'm sitting at the bar on Saturday afternoon doing the whole barstool dancing thing and this lady (Renee?) was looking at me like I had lost my damn mind.  Either that or she was wondering why there were triplets moving in synchronized motions next to her.  I hope it was amusing.  The only thing that stood out about Sunday was the back brace/corset/truss/girdle tightening incident involving huge breasts and a 1940's chapeau...

I went to see "The Crucible" on campus Thursday night.  I know, right?  Me going somewhere other than the bar?  I was very impressed and was barely holding it together by the end.  I could feel the emotion program booting up and struggled to override it!  I was taking notes during the performance because we had a paper to write on it for Humanities.  That was an effort because I didn't want to stop watching long enough to write down whatever scribbling I was doing.  The paper turned out to be my wishy-washy commentary on nobody's politics in particular and how the play could've been written about today's political state, but I plan on doing a second one for our final that focuses on the performances and how great I thought the whole effort was.

All of the actors were skinnier than me!!!  No Cakesters today!  If I hadn't already eaten those raviolis and meatballs, I'd save them for tomorrow (perhaps a purging?).  And I know actors are in general going to be a lot cuter than your average schlubs, but I thought this was a particularly easy-on-the-eyes cast, particularly the one playing Putnam, Spencer Steeby (even a great name!).

Frankie, you MUST make it out in order to see Red Line Ron's new glass eye!

Doing My Part For The Obesity Movement

So here we have my breakfast, Frankie.  Yes!  Two hotlinks and a 2 liter of Pepsi!!!  I was telling Leo that I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the bus window and I looked like a Pez dispenser.  I've decided that I may have overdone the weight loss thing.  Huge heads don't look right on skinny bodies.  I even got off my lazy butt and picked up my dumbbells for the first time in months.  OUCH!!

Almost done with school this semester!  Another couple of weeks and I'll never have to look at those idjits in my Business group project again!  I'm bracing myself for a B in that class.  I want to take Math 125 over the summer so I can get caught up to regular college mathematics but I would have to take it on a different campus.  I suppose that would be fine but you know how I hate mixing up my routine!

If you get a second, Google Cliff Jensen (Oooo, that sailor hat!  Take me, Jeebus!) and tell me...am I crazy or is this the Sexiest Man Alive?  Him and Tommy Defendi are running neck and neck as my ultimate stalk/kidnap/taxidermy victim.  What?

Make sure you check out the story about Obama releasing his fake birth certificate and how Trump mistakenly thinks he is the Hero of America when all he did was force Obama to rush out and get this forgery made so he could quell the storm of patriotic intelligentsia who were rightly convinced that the state of Hawaii pulled off a 46 year conspi...wait, how old is Obama?...a 40+ year conspiracy to get this man elected just to piss off the whole of the New Confederacy.  Was that a run-on sentence?  Cakesters!

And You Wonder Why I Drink, Frankie?

Lost keys, drunken behaviour that went beyond my normal embarrassment threshold, a criminal record, play sold out after I used a bus token to get to the theater, and that dreaded Business project that is failing before my very eyes...the week of April 3-April 9 was officially the Worst Week EVER!!!

Granted the criminal record is just an infraction for...**grits teeth**...fare evasion on the Orange Line (an honest mistake, dumb but honest), but I do not like having a criminal record!!  Now if anybody checks my record they'll see that and think I'm some kind of deadbeat.

Okay, so the group project in Business class is not a total failure.  I just feel like our supposed group leader is an idiot and doesn't know what he's doing.  Yeah, just that is all.

I waited a week to post this because I'm actually in a very positive mood right now, and last week is funny to me now.  Had I posted it last week, I'm sure it would've been riddled with curse words and self-pity.  Of course, my "humor" also sounds like self-pity so...no difference really?  Imagine me chuckling and flailing my hands around for dramatic effect to differentiate between self-pity and self-deprecation.

Oh, and a couple of random photos and non-stalkerish behaviour...

Algebra As Art?

This looked pretty to mine eyes...even though #29 is graphed incorrectly.  Not a fan.

Well, That Was Unexpected...

So, I'm reading through my business textbook in preparation for class when I run across this little nugget in the terms definitions.  Personally, I've always been a little on the fence about affirmative action.  If a person is not qualified, a person is not qualified.  That should motivate them to become qualified so they can compete on the same level.  At that point, if they are still discriminated against, then they at least have a legitimate legal claim.

The definition presented is blatantly political.  At the time affirmative action was established, it was not to "right past wrongs" as they so glibly put it (notice they put it in quotations as even they knew they were full of shit), it was established because employers at that time were discriminating and that needed to be addressed.

Speaking of business class, boy was I a total ass when we had to get together for this ridiculous group project.  I am not built for collaborations.  Now I have to go in next week and act like nothing happened and that I wasn't acting like a horribly spoilt brat.  They were OVER my behaviour.  I just wonder how many of the members of my group were one of the 14 who got a D or less on our last test...UGH.

Inspiration: None

Jeanne d'Arc n'est pas m'inspire aujourd'hui.

Algebra DRAMA!!: Funky Moron Episode...

So I get to Algebra class last night, remove my coat and all of a sudden...body funk!!  I am so bad about not doing a wash in forever that I ended up digging out a shirt to wear that had armpit odor.  I tried to wipe the shirt on my armpits so my deodorant would get on the cloth.  No good.  I. Was. Mortified.  Why did my shirt not give me a heads up to the funk BEFORE I got to class?  So then we start doing word problems, which never fail to confuse me to no end.  I don't know if I was distracted or what but, I was doing the equation right but messing up on the simple multiplication!!  This of course led to me doing some extremely long decimal answer when, had I done the multiplication right, the actual answer was much easier.

Curses to you, green henley!

On to the moron part of the title.  It took me 3 days to figure out this word problem:

"A boat makes a round trip from the mainland to a fishing village in 6 hours.  If the average speed of the boat while going to the village is 15 miles per hour, and the average speed while returning is 12 miles per hour, find the distance between the village and the mainland."

Frankie, when I finally came up with the right equation, I was like...man what a moronica!!!  3 DAYS!!!

Errr...What Bitch

I was forced to share my book in Business...I did not even look at them.  It could have been a Sasquach and I would not have known.  How dare this persona force me into relationships with these knuckleheads?  But anyhow...

Here we have a not so interesting photo...of my drunken drawing...

Tomorrow is Humanities and as long as it is as it appears from last week...hey, I fit right in...but I won't go cracking pig thighs and what not before I go in.  I gotta print out my paper, dagnabbit!!  *burp*

Collaboration? Egads!

Filed Under: Not Liking This
One-fifth of our final grade in my business class is going to be decided by a GROUP PROJECT!!!  One-fifth!!  That really put a damper on my evening last night.  First off, I don't like working in groups.  Second, what if there are a bunch of slackers in my group?  Their slacking will have a huge impact on my final grade!  I was pretty much P.O.'d when I heard this.  My brain was still complaining about it when I went to bed.  I'm quite sure anything I post here about my business class will be a straight-up rant.

In other less dramatic news (laughing):  One of my fillings came out!!  I felt that area with my tongue the other day and was like, "Hmm, that feels like a hole..."  I went to the mirror to check and yep, a filling is M.I.A.  (Yes, I have that many fillings, Frankie, and just as many in the top row.  What?, we didn't go to the dentist when we were kids!)

Now I Can Breathe!

My English 101 grade was posted, and I got an A.  **Finally lapses into a state of relaxation**  I was very worried about that final essay because I was still writing when time was up, so the last two paragraphs were very rushed.  Without any time to review or revise the thing, I was absolutely worried.

Okay, so my English and Psychology classes are transferable, but of course the Pre-Algebra is not.  The Elementary Algebra I'm taking in Spring applies towards my AA at my community college but is not transferable to any other college, so I'm still building towards a transferable math class.  **Hangs head in shame!**  But still, I'm very happy with my progress so far.  I would say it's time for beer tonight but with all this rain, I should get back to my Ark-building...

I Feel Like Celebrating!

Okay, so two of my grades have come in and both are A's!  I swear, if I hadn't gotten an A in PRE-Algebra, I was going to have to rethink things.  My last final this semester will be Saturday and it involves writing so I'm not sure how well that's going to turn out.  Right now, I shall revel in my temporary 4.0 GPA.

So I go out to the Spotlight after class last night and my favorite Go-Go Boy is there in street clothes.  Seeing as how I wasn't in my normal get-up (tons of eye makeup, sleeveless shirt, hat, boots, shorts), we both were like strange alter egos of our normal bar selves.  (That sentence made no sense.  This is why I'm worried about my final essay Saturday.  No time for revisions!)  I can never remember his name, the Go-Go Boy, that is.  It's something really hot like Giovanni or something.  He saw my psychology book sitting on the bar and mentioned that he has an AA in psychology.  Okay, look...cute as heck, great lips, friendly AND smart?  Get-outta-town.  Man, if I were still bothering with dating, I'd be putting the hard press on that one.

***NOTE TO FRANKIE*** I'm emailing this link to you as it seems you have lost my blog link and I miss your commentary.  I haven't had any squirrel or gopher related news in some time.  DUCK DUCK DUCK!  Maybe I'll see you out tonight?

5 Revisions Ago...

Finals are next week!  I don't know if I applied myself as well as I could have this semester...most definitely not in the Algebra class.  But his grading curve is so ridiculous that I should still manage a B out of that class.  English and Psychology I'm not too worried about.  I've been doing good work in those.  I'm always nervous in English whenever we turn in a writing assignment.  This is the first class I've taken EVER where we had to turn in research papers and essays.  (That's right, Maben High School, I'm looking at you...)

So, my current assignment due tomorrow has been revised nearly 5 times because every time I read it, it just seems lacking.  The pictured version is the very first draft which was a joke.

I'm looking forward to next semester.  Right now I'm planning on taking Business 1 and a Humanities course called People and Their World: The Creative Processes.  That should be right up my alley.  In addition, I'll be taking whatever math course is next in line for me and my fellow slow wits, probably another basic Algebra class.  No more English classes, though!  These papers are nerve-wracking.

Napoleon Laughs?

So, Napoleon had us writing and solving our own problems on the black board last night.  I DID NOT LIKE THAT!!  Nerve-wracking.  I am not at all comfortable with getting up in front of people, especially when I know that I'm about to make a bunch of silly mistakes.  I'm still leaving off negative signs.

Napoleon only had to sit back and watch us and offer help if anybody got stuck.  I suppose since he didn't have the pressure of having to actually try to teach us slow-wits anything new, he was in a relaxed mood.  He was actually LAUGHING and joking!!  And for a change, it wasn't at our sub-par math skills!

Fortunately, classmates kept doing the kinds of problems that threw me on the tests.  Not the ridiculousness of forgetting to add a negative sign, or mixing up 7x6 and 7x9 (I know, right? I need to slow down!), but the problems that lead to the glaring red ink and its vibrantly awful rebuke "You have a serious concept problem."

Random Photos & An Excellent Drawing

A couple of random photos:

I spotted this on the sidewalk while I was headed to class Wednesday.  Whoever did this is quite the talent and I was instantly green with talent envy.  Then I put the envy aside and admired the beauty of it.  Chalk on a sidewalk, even!!  Very nice!

Another Monday, Another Tragic Math Test!!

I'm seriously going to have to reconsider my major.  This math is vexing me.  So, Napoleon was going over the test after we turned our papers in and there's nothing quite like realizing that you got the VERY FIRST PROBLEM WRONG.  I don't think I did as bad as I did on the last one, but I've resigned myself to accepting my mathematical inadequacy.

In sexier and non-self-loathing-inducing matters, my friend Jackie (aka Vamga NovaHeart) gave me his card when I saw him the other night (afternoon?) and it had this spectacular picture of Jesus kissing a satyr!!  I do love a nice Bit O'Blasphemy so this was right up my twisted alley.  Hmmm, that sounded more perverted than was intended...yeah.  I mean, Jesus is getting tongued down, okaaay!!  Love it.

I just had a flash in my head of Eli Manning's skin tight football pants...I think they deserve a cropped picture focusing on their clingy beauty.  My word, all this sluttery going around in my head today...must be the lingering beer...