I am in the midst of studying for my math placement exams for nursing school, so this will be brief. Here’s what’s been going on:
1. My dad drove up for a short visit and dropped off The Bitch for me. Cars are a big fucking deal for my dad, and for me. I feel honored to own this car. It’s fast, it’s finicky, and it’s my dad’s dream come true. It’s sitting in a different pew than my old ‘86 Hachi-Roku (yes, I had the carbon-fiber hood panda just like in Initial D, yes, I got many tickets, and yes I want to cry every time I think about the fact that I no longer own it), but I tell you - it’s the same damned church! Hallelujah! The Bitch is in MINT condition. That won’t surprise anyone who knows my dad called it his “pocket rocket” and that it was polished with a diaper every Sunday at 10am or every 10 miles, whichever came first. Truly, everything my dad has ever owned is treated that way. But cars are special. I hope I can keep her up to snuff; my only instructions from him were “whatever you do, keep her in the family”.
2. Pnut and I threw a housewarming party. Suffice to say, the guy at the liquor store told Pnut twice “boy, I wish I were coming to your house tonight”. My beautiful cousins drove in from NY and Boston. AND I got to meet the incredible Ken from Twunch and his gorgeous fiancé. So someday soon I’ll get to say “Yeah, I’m just popping over to NY to see some friends of mine on stage”. And then I’ll get beat up. Because I live in Jersey, and that might actually be code for “How you doin’, you big guido?” or something.
3. Math. Lots of math. A minimum of 8 hours of math per day. And guess what - it hasn’t been as awful as I like to pretend. It’s hard, but it’s also kinda fun. Because I can look at 10 websites until I find the one that explains it to me in a way I understand, instead of the asshole tight-bun high school teacher standing over my shoulder telling me how bad I suck. God, I wish we had internet when I was in high school.
4. Mentioning Initial D above reminds me I need to add Anthony Wong to my celebrity fucklist. Pnut, are you taking note? Your Jennifer Anniston obsession has competition.
That’s about it. Anyone know how to reduce a trinomial by grouping? Seriously. Does anyone know?
March 6th, 2010 at
Allow me to be clear:
Topo and Pnut are as righteous as people come. The notion of meeting two people this excellent on the Internet strikes me as being of laughable rarity. I scoff! I farfle! I giggle into my affordable red wine. What I’m saying is the purveyor of this blog kicks is ludicrously cool and it appears to have crawled under the skin of her husband who also appears to be possessed by parasites of coolness. I fall short of extolling the limits of their virtues but these two people are nothing short of stalker-worthy.
March 8th, 2010 at
that’s right! we are stalker-worthy! Can you hear me Jennifer??? I AM STALKER-WORTHY!
March 18th, 2010 at
Come on, Hypatia. Time to share your scores with the world, and reveal the magic of math learning in the internet age… .