work work work work work

Donne-moi ramen until the end of time.

This is giving me flashbacks to those posts I made months ago about the WRECKING BALL OF RESPONSIBILITIES AND HORROR exams were to me as a wee young child in Ye Olde Uni System, and now six months later here we are again.  Granted, it’s not the same compounding of stress and dissatisfaction that being stuck in a crap program forever and ever and ever that it was before, but still. Statistics is pure MURDER.

I’ve been calculator crop top-deep in Man Repeller archives lately, mostly because I like finding sustainable ways to whittle away at my free time and because I find the older posts circa 2010 funny and smart and clever, or all the things I like in writing. And it makes me feel better about my own sometimes-questionable fashion choices (i.e. ALL THE TIMES I’VE WORN MY XXL “BUGS BUNNY IN LOVE” JUMPER/SHIRTDRESS for kicks) because it’s all in the name of self-lo-o-o-o-ove and expression. So I don my pink socks and Doc Martens and all-over printed tees featuring the Wu-Tang Clan. And, as Bey says, I own it. 

Anyway, that was a fun episode of Tangent Time. Back to our regularly scheduled program: Many midterms. Much toiling. Also, a surplus of irritation with stats. What else is new?


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