You're gay and it's not my fault.

...k.

Hahahahahaha. :)

...but if you try sometimes, you might find that you get what you need.

So I'm helping my good friend with a luncheon for a Food Bank in our county, and I'm realizing that it's super hard to get donations. Seriously, companies don't want to donate even the slightest amount of goods/services. I feel like beating it into their heads that it's 1) tax deductible (because it's a donation to a 503(c) non-profit), and 2) it'll help their publicity because they're helping the community.

They're being such miserly Scrooges. :(

Thats okay though, because the art department of the local college is donating paintings to raffle off to guests. Surprisingly, they're of pretty good quality, too. Thank goodness people are standing up and doing the right thing.

This semester is going to KILL me book-wise. Why do textbooks have to cost so much? Why do profs change editions when all that is really changed is the order of chapters? Seriously, It's rediculous when a 200 page book costs $97.80. RE.DIC.U.LOUS.

However- Thank you Amazon for being my savior. Without you, I'd surely be broke and have to take a second job.

Books this semester ended up being $330 for three undergrad classes and one graduate level class; I've yet to buy a lab manual and whatever lab equipment I may need for one class. Next semester should be better as I have a thesis class and an independent study. I can't wait to be done with it all.

RE.DIC.U.LOUS.

School is so about to start again. I'm so stoked and ready for the year. Additionally, I'm graduating sometime soon... I think... I hope...

I'm having the most awesomest ChristmaHannuKwanzikkuh party tomorrow night.

In addition, I got a 4.0 this semester! I think that's a whole lot to celebrate.

I saw three shrimp in the water, two were old and gray
I swam a little bit closer and .. I heard the third one say

Goodbye mama shrimp, papa shake my hand
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'

He showed his mama and papa, the shrimp newspaper he read
An invitation to all the shrimp and this is what it said
Free ride, New Orleans, stay in grand hotel
Big Creole gal who help you come out of your shell
Big Creole gal who help you come out of your shell

If I should live to be ninety, I will never forget
The little shrimp and the song he sang as he jumped into the net

Goodbye mama shrimp, papa shake my hand
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'

Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'

Dude tonight was crizazy!

I really hate statistics.

I mean, there's this love/hate relationship going on. Statistics are great, except when they confuse me. I have to do a research project and utilize the General Social Survey through SPSS (ok, probably no one knows what that is besides me, but w/e). The project fucking sucks. Seriously, I've never done something that sucks so much. SPSS is deciding not to work, so whenever I get my results, it won't load the page. It'd be wonderful if I could figure out if my ANOVAs are working.

In laymen's terms: STATISTICS BLOW.

>:( H8H8H8H8H8H8.

Shittin' bricks since 1969.