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Stop Distracting Me While I’m Studying

Abby — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 00:14:37 +0000

When I’m supposed to be studying for an exam, I usually wander around youtube for, like, 2 hours. This is what I found tonight while avoiding my statistics studies. It won’t be funny if you haven’t heard David Sedaris read any of his stories on NPR (yes I’m white), but it is so spot-on. Kristen knows that when I’m running, I’m often listening to something like that on my iPod (super white), which is why I run with a mouth-hanging-open smile on my face and it’s also why I don’t even notice her on the trail until she’s almost on top of me, waving her arms like an air traffic controller. You know, the ones on the tarmac, not the ones in the tower. I’m definitely going to study now. Or not.

David Sedaris Delivers a Pizza

Procrastinating

Abby — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 23:39:25 +0000

I’m supposed to be studying for my finals, but I’m doing this instead.

This is funny. Laugh at it. (I stole it from a blog I read, the link to which was coincidentally stolen from another blog I read I’m a big fat thief.)

80 out of 80: Eat it, Algebra

Abby — Sun, 27 May 2007 17:11:00 +0000

I got a perfect score on my latest algebra test. Nobody else in my class got a perfect score. That’s right, Algebra is not the boss of me anymore. The instructor made a big deal about it in front of the whole class and I was completely embarrassed. My first instinct was to start apologizing to everybody around me. “Gee I’m sorry I got a perfect score and you didn’t. Here, let me make you feel better by discounting my hard work.” WTF? I caught myself, though, and made a decision to just accept the compliments no matter how uncomfortable I was. And let me tell you, I haven’t been that uncomfortable since I realized I pooped in front of everybody during my homebirth. In my own bed. Which I was still lounging in at the time. Anyway, last quarter I got an A in algebra and this quarter I have a 98% so far with just the final left to go. The belief that I’m bad at math has been such a part of my psyche that it has taken me 19 weeks of getting near-perfect grades to realize that I’m actually not bad at it. This is algebra with a graphing calculator even. My hands never came in contact with one of those things until 19 weeks ago and wheeee! I know how to work it. I know that math is really just about patterns and everything is the same no matter what and blah, blah, blah. Apparently, patterns are boring to me and I hate them. I’m good at them, but they bore me. Unless they’re on a quilt. I love quilts. Oh, and I love a good chocolate/popcorn/chocolate/popcorn/chocolate/popcorn pattern. I think my ratio is 1 Hershey’s Kiss to 3 kernels of popcorn, which I guess looks more like this: {chocolate, popcorn, popcorn, popcorn, chocolate…}The ellipsis means that pattern repeats forever. I learned that in algebra.