Current mood:	frustrated
Current music:	Devil's Dance Floor--Flogging Molly

Algebra 2 and Back Pain
Today was the first day I actually opened my gosh-darned locker. I did not put anything in it. No, of course, I walked around with 25 freaking pounds on my back AGAIN. I'm going to die young. I'm resigned to my fate.

You see, I'm going to lose all my hair, my teeth will rot and fall out, I'll be malnourished, go blind, lose most of my hearing, have osteoporosis, become paralyzed, and die by age 30. Doesn't that suck?

Hell, it'd mean that I have less time in school, won't it? Better than finishing and having to learn about life. Actually, no, it's not. I'm just tired of being told to stop eating chocolate and candy, tired of being told to wear my glasses, tired of algebra 2 and its five pound textbook. I think I'll just drop it on my head from fifteen feet and hope it crushes me, because I really can't learn it.

Anyway, I've already bitched a lot. I seem to find journals a great bitch-rant thing. Right. I've got to do something else...

Got it. Find the slope and graph the following:
(3, 10) and (8, 6)

Enjoy. That's the stuff I'm doing. Rise/run. Ysub2 minus Ysub1 over Xsub2 minus Xsub1.

Yeah, shit, how the bloody hell am I failing the class? I know the formulas, I know the definitions, I know the freaking algebra. HOW THE BLEEDING HELL AM I FAILING?

Notes to self: Use the fucking formulas, don't develop carpal tunnel syndrome, and have a happy fucking birthday next month.