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! :)
posted by Jess @ 11:43
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3 Comments:
*sniff sniff*
*sob*
Fourth-order polynomial equation? Chi-squared? Kurtosis?
SFL, that's MEAN! Not mean as in average, but mean as in cruel and deliberately vexing.
Ha ha, oh well, I have no idea what you're saying anyway, so I will just laugh it off and pretend I didn't see it.
*closes eyes, sticks fingers into ears (not deeply enough to cause damage, mind you. I know how your mind works) and sings loudly to block out any mathematical images or sounds*
One comment I will take issue with, though. "Kingdom of Heaven" was only the *second* R-rated movie I've ever seen all the way through in my entire life ("Gladiator" was the first). How can you reason that I'm desensitised to violence if I don't watch violent movies? Hmm?
Ah, I love a good verbal sparring session. Although I don't know WHY I love a good verbal sparring session, since I usually end up the loser in that sort of confrontation.
So I should be a nurse? Hum, interesting idea. I could, couldn't I? I remember dear Clair saying something along those lines once. Oh, wait, now I remember why I wasn't going to become one -- it involved math and science and at least a rudimentary knowledge of such abhorrent things (no offence intended to those of you who find such things fascinating).
I did, however, also think about becoming a medical examiner. That way, you see, it wouldn't matter if I messed up the math and science -- nothing I could do could hurt my clients! They'd already be dead, do you see? I couldn't do anything injurious to them.
Oh, and RE: that postscript -- I have always maintained you can't love someone you don't know.
For the record, I don't believe in love at first sight, either...or second sight, or third sight...
Golly, ain't I such a romantic?
I see that I am far to late in posting to this engaging conversation, thus I will not delay any longer in contributing my own thoughts.
First, Jess you've returned!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....
Ahem, where was I, oh yes...Orlando Bloom...I agree with Jessica, although a boy may not be a five star actor, I have yet to see anyone handle a sword, bow, or other killing instrument as well as he...He makes it very exciting, and is quite enjoyable to watch. Personally I believe that his best performance was in Lord of the Rings, but that is just personal opinion...
As for blood and gore my dear friend there is nothing the matter with your beautiful head, or any part of you for that matter; you are completely healthy, so I declair as your nurse.
As for your trama by math you never should have mentioned it if you did not desire to be tormented by SFL.I remember this time when I had a neighbor friend over for dinner on my birthday (she was younger, about 9 I think), and SFL made her calculate how many days old she was...I must say that she thought him quite weird. Lol, she had no idea!
Ok, I'm off for now!
Hi all -- sorry no comments or posts in so long! School is crazy, and we still have this week and finals week to go. On top of all final exams, I have a test, a 5-page paper, a 10-page paper, a math project, an adolescent literature censorship project, and several other things I don't care to remember at the moment. I swear, if these teachers would just consider SPACING OUT these projects rather than leaving them until the LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT... but I will not rant, not in a comment. I only rant in actual blogs, not comments. I promise.
Anyway! SFL, whatever gave you the notion that just because I do not like math I couldn't figure out what caused a victim's heart to stop?? What does COD have to do with math, I would like to know? Oh well, I will grant you that occasionally it has something to do with it -- but what would be the point of being a medical examiner if I couldn't get someone else (like you) to figure out those math calculations for me? Anyway, with all the computers available today, all I'd have to do is input the information and it would give me my answer...
And to indicate that Modern Militia, Mud-Boggin', and Guns and Ammo are "neanderthalic prose..." Oh, SFL, SFL. I am disappointed. *shakes head sadly* I expected so much better from such an obviously highly-educated person. I suppose your inaccurate generalizations just go to show that even if one can do extremely complicated mathematical calculations, one is still subject to the widespread and insidious prejudice against fine country people the rest of the world insists upon labelling "hicks, hayseeds, and rednecks."
Starts singing... "Well, I'm a redneck woman, I ain't no high-class broad..."
...Oops.
*ahem*
Enough about that. Jess, darling, thank you for your never-wavering support and encouragement! (Are you sure you're related to my other commenter? hehehehe!) See, SFL? My nurse has declared me fully sane. Too bad she can't say the same for you, ay.
I feel for your poor little nine-year-old friend who was forced to calculate the number of days since she was born. No child should be put through that kind of torture.
And I am happy to find someone who agrees with me regarding Mr Bloom's fighting capabilities! Yay! Would Bre agree, I wonder? I think she favours Mr Depp, but she might have a soft spot for Mr Bloom too...
Speaking of which, where IS Bre? She has been absent from the blogging community for so long now...
Hum, well, that's all for now, dear readers. More soon, I promise. Take care, all.
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