An Open Letter to Algebra

Dear algebra:

First and foremost, I despise you. Not because I really want to, it's just, you include so many numbers and letters and you are far too easy to mix up. Somehow I'm always getting things wrong with you, and it's not because I don't try. You just drive me crazy.

Why can't I see you as clearly as geometry, where everything is laid out in an ordered fashion and you can SEE it?

Okay, algebra. We'll have a treaty. I'll complete you, and you...I'm actually not sure what you get out of this. I'm pretty sure you don't care.

Your hateful student,

Shira

Ugh

It has not been a good few days.

Or it has.

But I'm just not feeling good. I'm not sick or anything. I just feel blechy.

I feel like I annoy people when I message them. Also Halloween is this week and NaNoWriMo is starting and term is ending soon and I've got projects due and our freshman play is showing mid-November and I need to work on my speech for speech team.

Also I've been thinking about my girlfriend's school a lot. They have an open house today. I think I would like going there. But I think I don't want to transfer for another person. And I do like my school, I really do. I just don't know. And I don't want to leave my friends. But I would love going there. But I don't want to. I want to love where I am and let it stay that way.

I'm worried I'm getting bad again.

Slow Fast

Yeah, it's an oxymoron. I don't care. I'm cranky.

Cranky

It's Yom Kippur. I'm fasting, just drinking water. Because dehydration may be what you're supposed to do, but I'm disinclined to force it upon myself. I mean, hunger is one thing, but I'm not going too far.

And I'm hungry.

Hungry

And repetitive too, I guess...

Yeah...

And low on energy...

And with a strange urge to bother all my friends over the internet...

Internet

Yay

HUNGER

Only an hour and 15 minutes to go, people...only 1.25 hours...only...

HUNGER
CRANKY

mfff