I can't think. Like, I haven't understood Math since 6th grade. I shit you not. I'm trying to do my math home work and my Dad understands it and he is trying to explain it to me, and all I hear is the Charlie Brown teacher sounds when his mouth moves. Wah, WAH WAH WAH WAH. WAH wah wah wah WAH. The last math class I took was okay because Jen was there to help me out when she wasn't sleeping over with Rob. Now it's just me and the Republican teacher, who, incidentally cheats on her office hours which really pissed me off today, and I'm left with no comprehension what so ever. I have resorted to making up answers. This isn't going to get me anywhere fast. I've gone to the Math lab a few times but they don't help either. And it's not like I don't try. Like, I want to understand this so much. Nothing would make me happier then to understand the Math we go over in class. I don't understand why I'm not able to comprehend this. It's not hard. Other people grasp it easily. What is my problem?

I met Jen after school today and we hit the major malls in the area because you can never have too many pairs of Jeans. I'm really picky with my jeans since they have to be longs and they have to fit my ass correctly, so I only ended buying one pair but I think I tried on ALL THE JEANS IN THE WORLD. I grabbed a few new shirts as well. I'm going to be matching like no ones bisnass tomorrow. Of course none of this will matter when I have to turn in my Math home work but that is beside the point.

I toured my new office yesterday and I have to say I'm pretty happy with it. I don't have a outside window, but, it's new, and its mine and I will like it just fine. With Eggs and Ham.

Oh, and hey, I might just get that illusive computer. Maybe.

Do you know who you're voting for yet?

Um, how do I calculate the return on a portfolio? Anyone?

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