HELP!
I never want to see another number, chart, graph, Excel document, SPSS document, or anything similar ever again in my whole entire life. I don't even want to see a white sheet of paper or a computer screen with a suspicious-looking black lined grid on it, even if the grid is empty of any data. I don't even want to use the words data or bar graph or pie chart or variables or frequencies or anything similar! I don't want to see the words printed in something I did not write. I don't even want to THINK about these words or the concepts related to them. Never! Ever! EVER! And if anybody says, whispers, infers, hints at, or even THINKS the words MATH EXAM or MATH PROJECT or GROUP PROJECT, I will...I will...hmm, what will I do?
This reminds me of that scene in Pirates of the Caribbean where Will is threatening Barbossa's crew with a pistol and Barbossa just laughs at him. "We can't die!" Barbossa says, grinning. Will thinks for a minute. "You can't," he replies, holding the pistol up to his own neck, "but I can!"
OK, I'm not that desperate. I'm not going to kill myself. But...it surely would be tempting if I could rest assured that God wasn't going to require any math in heaven! Ha ha, no, I'm kidding. But I was serious about the beginning part.
Speaking of Pirates of the Caribbean...and speaking of Will...and speaking of Orlando Bloom...though no one really was...
*sighs happily* I love...
a good segue.
Ha ha, gotcha! You probably thought I was going to say I loved Orlando Bloom. Well, I do not. In fact, I've never really been a big fan. However, my friend Lea and I watched Kingdom of Heaven the other day and I have to say I was really impressed with the way that boy handles a broadsword. Very nice indeed.
*claps appreciatively*
I can hear my readers' -- er, I mean, my reader's -- gasp of disapproval. "Kingdom of Heaven! Wasn't that, like, R-rated?"
Yes, actually. But only for the violence. It was about the same as Gladiator in terms of content. Nothing risque, really, just...ehm...blood and all that sort of thing. Which doesn't really bother me. OK, I must be honest, it doesn't bother me at all. Which, in fact, DOES bother me -- the fact that it doesn't bother me. Do you know what I mean?
I'm not sure even I understood that sentence.
All right...I was going to post more but I have to go to class now. Two minutes ago, actually. Oh, well. Ta ta for now! :)