Mathabulous

Is it totally awful that I'm excited to be done with this semester?  Not that I don't totally enjoy myself in school...I just think that Anatomy is the devil.  Well, my teacher to be exact.  As long as I don't completely fail my next exam and the two finals in there, I should manage to squeek by with a decent C and while that doesn't normally make me happy enough to celebrate, I'm willing to host a party for that.  It means that I'm done with that class and that it didn't fudge up my overall GPA horrendously.  I refuse to take another semester of it so next year I'm doing Physics...(which I actually should have done anyway but I had a previous traumatic experience with it that Anatomy has cured me of).

Next semester though!  I have 3 math classes and biology....and this makes me orgasmic.  What classes do I have you ask?  Well I'll tell you!  Calc 2, Linear Algebra, and Mathematical Computations.  I may actually pick up one more class because I'm really ready to be done with my Bachelor's as quick as possible.  I've got 8 years of school behind me now and 5-6 more ahead of me for my Doctorate....I'm anxious to move on to my next step.

Plus, next semester I get to study less words and more numbers....and that's what it's all about! :)

So just lock me in a closet till it's over.

I mean really...I just want to curl up in a ball and die this semester.  I hate Anatomy and just so you know, I've never been ok with getting a 64 on an exam but in this class for me, that's like getting a friggin' A....too bad I got a 52 on this last one.  

I hate anatomy so much....a monkey could do better than me. :(

It burns...

My eyes are burning and I have no idea what I'm doing up at this hour... I lied, I know why. It's because it's Friday and I didn't have anything scheduled to do tonight and I felt lost. So instead of cracking open a book to study for midterms next week, I've decided to seer my eyeballs to the screen of my laptop.

I actually had every intention of sloughing off completely and playing a little bit of SWG but that didn't work out the way I planned. I ended up doing work for the group.... and yet I'm sure I missed something...I need to get my notepad out and start writing things down again. Just having my calendar online isn't enough apparently. I wish it were more portable.

I love my fabulous Wolverine doll....but...he smells funny. Like a combination of funny weed, alcohol, cigarettes, half dried blood, and ass. I guess that's a work hazard. He's an amazing person. I love him to pieces. God love Otaku for dating him.

I've been thinking in numbers lately....and random vocabulary words, like ahimsa and moksa (sp?) and puja. Wondering if Dr. F. will ever get tired of all the disrespect those kids give him and tell them to shut the f up....or will I snap first? My heart goes out to him. He's an awesome teacher, but these kids have no respect anymore...

I'm definately not taking BIO with the same teacher next semester. This guy is quite off his rocker if I may be so bold. He makes my skin crawl....aside from that, he's a pretty decent teacher...God love my drag queen for giving me his notes - and desktop photos and other random things I spy on his computer lol.

Anatomy...I'd be insane to take it again next semester with the same teacher....but once you have one teacher you get used to them....but dangit he's got so much we have to know...and it's all over the place!

I miss my girls...they got to go to pidgeon forge without me. I hate being broke.

I hate that my mother is in a completely different state, living in her car, no job, no home, no money and I don't have any money to be able to help her.