Friday, June 19, 2009.
> 10:17:00 PM.
Exercise 1, paper one
i got 2/65 out of the entire paper
Exercise 2, paper one
i got 22, and i've yet to complete another 7 questions.
either the paper's getting easier
/which i doubt.
or I'm actually finally getting smarter. * jumps and cheers*
/ if i had to choose i'd definitely choose option two
=)
i am beat.
and i pray that stuff will get better in due time, i cant bring myself to talk about it.
so i'll just suffer alone.
either ways, i'll be fine.
things always work itself out in the end
Quitters never win and winners never quit.
as proclaimed by the poster i face in my dates with Mr math.
i guess i stand in between cause i never quit, but i don't win either,
bummer. =/
i realized this post is more spacious than i imagined=(
so anyways,
I'VE GOT AN INFECTION!
on my poor booboo on my right index finger.
cut it on the day of camp as the clever celia was trying to tear the plastic cling wrap thingy from the joined pack toothpaste.
well i saw a blade lying there
blade + rush + oh-so-hard-to-tear-plastic-thing = nightmare + lack of brains
the bimbo in me forgot that the blade was two sided, and i slashed my index
on the bright side, my toothpaste was finally free
/ it was a looooooong cut, but the deepest was just at the top part. lucky me
had no time to worry cause i was running late.
so i verbally abused it and forgot about it until it started to hurt when camp started.
=(
i paraded my booboo and ignored it after a while as the attention died.
guess the wound kept reopening due to my "active" lifestyle.
and poof, before i knew it some ball-y feeling thing appeared and its like rising a tad
and now it fucking hurts and my momma's claiming that it needs to be cut open, cut the infected part out ( she did some pulling motion) and sewed back.
/ hahahhahahhha. she was joking. right?
so now I'm writing with a funny style.
maybe get a picture of it tomorrow.
i hate taking pictures with my cam at night with the lighting. it makes my picture so dark but with flash.
=(
that concludes my day.
with mathematical formulas.
you do know that i spell geek with utmost pride now right?
look what maths made me.
C.R.A.Z.Y
/post edit: i tried to upload pictures but blogger's tryna be funny.
dont hate the writer, hate the site.
