In which I got an A on my stats test
I think I need to travel more. The boys and I are thinking of making plans to visit New York City possibly. We want to take a train, stay a few days seeing the sights with our cousin who lives there, and then come back on the train. We haven't discussed it with anyone yet, but we think it would be cool. That would add only one state for me (up to 20), but it would add 6 for Dave and Timmy. And at some point before I die, I am GOING to see Georgia. No ifs, buts or ands about it.
I'm so anxious about something. I want to cry. I fell asleep for an hour and a half this afternoon, but I'm still exhausted. I had dreams about Missouri and Alabama. A few weeks ago, I had a dream about going to Florida. I was going to go again and I had sent the money in and everything, and I forgot to ask for it off first. And Andy was going to go too. Kinda weird because I'm probably never going to go to anything like that again unless I transfer. That makes me sad. Very, very sad.
Speaking of transferring . . . I talked to my aunt about it and she told me to pray about it. (I think she doesn't want me to go.) So I was. My friend from Moorhead told me that God speaks to her through her GI system sometimes (trying to be funny -- and she was) and to "go with your gut on this one." I was like, ". . . I spose it might work like that." One could say that all roads lead to Andy in my life. Cuz I was laying there and my stomach started to hurt and it was like someone was saying to me "Talk to Andy before you make a decision." I was like, "Oh, alright." It would be showing mercy and it would make Joyce proud. What an oxy-moron, sorta -- Joyce is the one who has been telling me that if I want to live a productive life, I need to be humble. Anyway, I was so mad at Andy last week that I refused to have anything to do with him anymore. Giving him another chance would be showing mercy. But, but, but . . . why do I need to talk to him? I'm so confused . . . The whole situation made me sad because I thought I'd gotten over him. But now I can't stop thinking about him again. This is not sweet.
I almost cried in stats lab because I had done all the work and then I tried printing it and then I saved it. It printed only my name and then it closed everything and it didn't save it. AGAIN. I have to do it all over again. It made me so mad because this is the second time that's happened to me and my professor tells me every time that I have to do it again if I want credit for it. That is so not fair! But I DID get an A on my stats test which totally rocked. I was so excited when I looked online last night that I had to call my mum and tell her about it. Lol -- it was great. I used to be SO bad at math and I had never gotten better than a C- on a math test until I took the first stats one and I got a C+. This time it was an A!!! Yay! I think my hanging around Andy has paid off -- I think some of his math genius has seeped into me or something . . .
~MK
I'm so anxious about something. I want to cry. I fell asleep for an hour and a half this afternoon, but I'm still exhausted. I had dreams about Missouri and Alabama. A few weeks ago, I had a dream about going to Florida. I was going to go again and I had sent the money in and everything, and I forgot to ask for it off first. And Andy was going to go too. Kinda weird because I'm probably never going to go to anything like that again unless I transfer. That makes me sad. Very, very sad.
Speaking of transferring . . . I talked to my aunt about it and she told me to pray about it. (I think she doesn't want me to go.) So I was. My friend from Moorhead told me that God speaks to her through her GI system sometimes (trying to be funny -- and she was) and to "go with your gut on this one." I was like, ". . . I spose it might work like that." One could say that all roads lead to Andy in my life. Cuz I was laying there and my stomach started to hurt and it was like someone was saying to me "Talk to Andy before you make a decision." I was like, "Oh, alright." It would be showing mercy and it would make Joyce proud. What an oxy-moron, sorta -- Joyce is the one who has been telling me that if I want to live a productive life, I need to be humble. Anyway, I was so mad at Andy last week that I refused to have anything to do with him anymore. Giving him another chance would be showing mercy. But, but, but . . . why do I need to talk to him? I'm so confused . . . The whole situation made me sad because I thought I'd gotten over him. But now I can't stop thinking about him again. This is not sweet.
I almost cried in stats lab because I had done all the work and then I tried printing it and then I saved it. It printed only my name and then it closed everything and it didn't save it. AGAIN. I have to do it all over again. It made me so mad because this is the second time that's happened to me and my professor tells me every time that I have to do it again if I want credit for it. That is so not fair! But I DID get an A on my stats test which totally rocked. I was so excited when I looked online last night that I had to call my mum and tell her about it. Lol -- it was great. I used to be SO bad at math and I had never gotten better than a C- on a math test until I took the first stats one and I got a C+. This time it was an A!!! Yay! I think my hanging around Andy has paid off -- I think some of his math genius has seeped into me or something . . .
~MK
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