I Am Not Actually Here

Oh man oh man ohmanohmanohman, I am going to FAAAAAIIIILLLL this class. Logarithms are now scaring the hell out of me, but I am at least halfway done with the chapter that I have to have finished by Saturday, so that's something.

Y'know, I thought I had something all profound or at least remotely interesting to flush outta my brain right now, but NOPE, no dice.

Hurricane Parentalpus makes landfall in PlatypusCity on August 3. I am both excited and pre-emptively irritated with Momma Platypus. She is nuttier than a fruitcake full of squirrels; this is sometimes endearing and sometimes ENDLESSLY INFURIATING.

BECAUSE CAPSLOCK IS HOW I FEEL INSIDE, RICK.

Ahem.


OMG, MOODBUNNEH HAS DEELYBOPPERS.

I am getting really tired of quadratic functions. I am also getting really freaked out about the midterm on Thursday...so naturally, the wisest course of action right now is to be faffing about on the Intarbuttz and drooling over Dr. Martens boots instead of studying, right?

No, self, you do not need to buy a pair of boots today. Calm down.

Whargleblargleblargle.

Guh. I am supposed to be working on the coursework for my summer algebra class. Having pretty well bombed out on the preceding chapter (a 63% test grade is NOT GOOD), I have pretty much zero self-confidence when it comes to pounding this stuff into my brain right now. Rather silly, really, as I'm doing fairly well with the homework for the first chapter section. Quadratic functions, you will FEAR the power of my MIGHTY BRAINMEATS! (...or they would if I'd quit doofing around on here and, y'know, actually go DO the homework. Whatevs.)

Alternatively, I could go scurry off to prep the room for my noon-thirty massage client. That would be a useful thing to do, indeed. ::watches self continue to do nothing particularly useful at all::

Can I just spend the day studying my math stuff and playing around with Ruby instead? Please? Because that would be fantastic, thanks. It'd be great if I could find some way to get paid to do math homework and learn Ruby, rather than have to do massages for a living. I really did pick the wrong field in which to work whilst earning a degree; I do not like people, and I do not like touching them.

It could be worse, though; I like my boss, and I like my coworkers, and we have a really nice office. Our clients are (for the most part) kind, reasonable, polite, and easy to work with. There's a minimum of drama, which is a pleasant change from prior places of employment. I do get a fair bit of time during the work day to naff about on Teh Intarbuttz and do homework.

I only have to stick this out for another year or two, and then I'll have become proficient enough with Ruby on Rails to apply for that Fancy Shiny Apprenticeship program. ::makes SUPAH!determined face:: I can totally do this.

Bahaha, this reminds me of setting up my first LiveJournal account umpty-seventy years ago.

Um. Laundromats are not conducive to writing blog posts. This one is noisy and full of children.