i don’t know who else has to suffer under the unmerciful hand of wiley plus, but, as a bio major, i must feel its harsh slap everyday. every. day. i don’t think you understand how frustrating it is. you think it’s all fun and games when you get the first question right until you get the second one wrong. then you say “oh they must’ve just put a randomly hard one in there. i guess i’ll reset it.” so you do and you go further than you did last until you hit another speed bump. you think you could survive that one and push forward. you push and push until you get a question that you’re a littly iffy about. should you risk wasting your last chance or should you skip it and get back to it later. for those daring few, you risk your last chance. you cover the eyes – if not the page itself – to see which color comes up. one of two. the one that tells you that you got extremely lucky or the other one. the other one that tells you that you’re hella dumb for taking that chance and you need to reset. this i’ve faced many a time. COUNTLESS TIMES. so much so that i just HAD to blog about this lame ass program. if it had feelings i would break them immediately and throw down. simmer down? i tried. i listened to frou frou / imogen heap. it just doesn’t work out. this wiley discourages me from trying in chemistry (the devil’s subject with wiley being its advocate). i had to stop, sit down, and eat an orange to calm myself down. ridonkulous. despite all this, i suppose i will just give up and try tomorrow’s. sigh. wiley plus. the one thing more difficult than boys. and if wiley were a boy, i’d run away. FAST. but first, i’d nutt him. teehee.
i want to crack down on the code.
wow i haven’t updated in a hella long time (as usual).
but THIS time i refuse.
i REFUSE to type up a kazillion words in a kazillion clever phrases cleverly structured in a kazillion paragraphs.
i REFUSE to type up so much that it takes up the entire page.
spark notes version! so recently my life has been awethome. i talk in a lithp thometimeth. i love college. i use hella norcal words hella lot (incorrect usage), but there’s NOcal like SOcal. i have WAYYY more girl friends (female friends; i don’t flow that way and i never will.) than i used to. no joke. it’s like a huge ass costco for estrogen up in here. and it’s whacking up a lot of things. gnome sayin? i’m still friends with those walnut kiddies but i mean, i don’t hang out with them 24/7. i think i’m a hall hugger. lolx. fashion sense is still pretty the same. music… still the same… etc.
but let’s get to the juicy part already. the part that’s meant for blogs and ranting. oh and the trash.
BOYS.
if i had any i would update you. i’m not as lucky as ms. sophia lu who happens to have major game, ms. sophia yoo for getting lucky with cute guys and turning them down, and ms. christina pham for just being cute and quirky. i must be socially retarded or something lolx because i just do not get boys period. i mean you’d think that i’d have the upperhand since most of my friends are guys, but boy, and i mean it – BOY – are you wrong. i mean i can give advice to another girl but can’t even give advice to myself. it’s ridonkulous. and when i ask my guy friends for advice, sometimes they don’t know. sometimes they say flirt to death. sometimes they say that he’s just a fag anyways. sometimes they say that i should play like a playa so you don’t get fucked like a bitch. sometimes they say that no girl should play the game because we be tricky as beezys (not it!). but i love them alll the same. alll the time.
that’s it for the juicy shiet. time for the high and dry.
school is whatevers. bio is fine. dorms are fine. chem’s a bitch but the tas/tutors are fine. school is fine in general. i guess i just love college.
NUFF SAID. GNITE.
