Sophie's World

I happen by the bookstore at the ground floor of the building this morning to get some yellow paper for tonight's stat midterms. I went around the store and found copies of the book Sophie's World.

Brought back memories.

I used to own a copy of Sophie's World way back in highschool when Mr. Menguin had us read it for a paper. I can't remember what I wrote in my paper before, but I knew it was one of those books I had to read again. For better understanding maybe? And not just blabbing something all over the place (which is normal, until now).

So sometime in college, a good friend Boogie borrowed the book and well, misplaced it. Sometime in the 4 year span of college, my thesis group manage to bust Boogie's projector's lightbulb. So, not a bad trade-off. Boogs didn't let us pay for the lightbulb (thank yoU!) in exchange for my lost book. :) I can't wait to see the psych people next weekend!

So, anyway, I was looking at the books and realized that one book was tagged PhP 315 while the others were tagged PhP 355. I guess this was part of an older batch of books. But hey, the print's the same, so I grabbed my 2nd copy of Sophie's World and will start enjoying it today. tonight. later.. whatever.

Hopefully this time, it would bring more light? or darkness.

Whichever :)

boo

And a little heartbreak sets in.
I didn't pass the test.
Oh well.
At least I'm done with that.

bah!

I must be going crazy. Checking my gmail every hour or so just to see if there's an update in that application I so want. I swear. I am building myself up for downfall. Argh!

ugh and hmmm

I really really really hate taking tests. and yesterday was sweet

Statistics

Just crossed my mind. Speaking of throwing things away...
I just threw away a Stat Quiz yesterday.
Open Everything
Didn't even attempt to think about the other questions.
It was one of those days
and I didn't care.
Screw the 10%.

gag

I feel like throwing out the window, just to see if life would be better -- IBM Computer included. I wonder what that would cost me apart from my job. It's a good thing, that though I do sit near a glass panel of the building, it's not really a window I could open and just throw everything out to.

It's funny because I think nothing would feel better than a brat-fit, where I can just scream out my lungs, throw things out (and worry about it later), or spit blood and bile if I would have to. I refuse to admit that I am feeling much worse than before because I am affected by books. Ha-ha.

Last on my reading list was the Twilight Series and well yes, a good friend named Nats just had to show it to my face that I was somehow like Bella. I wallow and for times uncountable, I am melodramatic on occasions. haha (Ouch, but what the* - I hate it when that happens)

Anyway, a few days back, (before the books, ok!?), everything was a-float. And well, until now, I still am, only the sensitivity to everything seems to be more brought to life than usual. All I am waiting for now is the time I would cry. God, that would feel good, just like the last time. :) but no sudden realization came like a few months ago. Everything could still be rationalized and everything still had an explanation. So here I am, waiting for blood to boil and that breaking point where I will just throw a big tantrum for it to go away.

Agh.

...

I should be studying. I feel like I'm in college all over again, where I'm too lazy to open my books and review the chapter for the day. I guess the only difference with graduate school is that your teachers pretty much don't give much of a damn if you're studying or not.

A once a week class is not really enough to make you focus on what the teacher's mumbling about in class. My accounting teacher mumbles all his CPA glory in class while my stat teacher mumbles.. and speeds through powerpoint presentations the class could barely understand.

I should be opening my books now and review for quizzes and midterms and finals and other projects to come. But I don't think I'm at that point where I can even appreciate any text book that I read.

Just not making any sense.

Life's crap