Histograms, Exel, & Fathom.
Alrighty, what next? Is what I keep saying to myself whenever I accomplsihed a step on the white sheet in front of me. Trying to kill time in math class in a computer lab is quite troublesome. I have music, which helps a lot, but since the school network blocks many of the sites I usually use (call me naughty or what not), I'm stuck with typing away on a old keyboard. I keep pouting while looking at the clock above me. Great, 15 more minutes left. Alrighty, what next? Don't get me wrong folks, I am doing my math work, but now, I'm done and I don't see the point of continuing when I fully understand the process of entering data into a computer program. It's a lot easier than entering all that data into my odd head of mine, so this stuff is just too easy (shush, I'll admitt that I was stuck at one point). Ah, I lied a while ago, now it is excatly 15 minutes until lunch. This week has been quite triesome, since every project I had this month was basically done every day of this week. So, frantically working my ass off this week as taken a toll on the bags under my eyes. I'm quite positive that it has gotten larger, and has grown down close to my cheek bones. Aha, it kinda reminds me of what would happen if you put ink on paper, it slowly spreads. Ah, my fingers are cold. I hate being cold, and hot. So, since I've already entered into this conversation, I shall say what I always say whenever I complain about being hot or cold. Why can't it just be warm? If you are going to explain the basic's of how the globe turns, and how it can't be prevented because of our eco sheild (or whatever you call it, I just gave it a nickname for now) then I will automatically scowl, but very nicely reply back that i am aware of the world around me and to thank you for stating the obvious.