Mood: Despondent
Listening To: The sounds of my own poetry played backwards over a din of rabbits being slaughtered.
O, harsh cruel world! How you have once again driven me to sadness. My tears slide silently down my face, momentarily stopping at my chin before hurling themselves off the precipice, ending their blighted existence once and for all. How it must feel to be created for the sole purpose of the expression of disillusionment wrought sadness. One can only wish.
My world has been rent from my very grasp, violated in front of me, and thrown back broken and destroyed. My sorrow knows no limits, and the from the very blackness of my soul no light could escape god damn this emo shit is so hard to keep writing after a while
I can’t believe how many idiots write like that. MySpace is crawling with them. It’s like 50% pornspam, 49% emo jerkoffs, and 1% other people. And to be honest, I prefer the pornspam.
I am kinda pissed, but not to the point of starting a whiny-ass-bitch blog about how Social Services keeps taking my kid away every time I try to sell him for meth. I’ll leave that to Karla. I’m pissed because I fucked up my first statistics exam. I got a 74.5 out of 100, and it makes me feel like a fucking idiot. I’m going to go over the exam with my professor, and I’m pretty sure I know which questions I got wrong. But what this really means is that I have to double my efforts towards studying if I want to get an A, and more studying means less time on the internet.
Stupid statistics. Why don’t you go find the standard deviation of my balls?
I am dying laughing over here at the “standard elevation of my balls”. Insults for Nerdz!
You could calculate the statistic but it ould be meaningless. You’ve only three balls and there’s no guarantee that they’re normally distributed. (What about you is normal?)
The sample size is way too small.
Alan’s right–but maybe you could work out the median of your balls instead?
thanks to your post title, my monitor is sprayed with tea (via mouth and nose). you now owe me one cup of tea. milk one sugar please.
Watch, as I lollercopter all over the office!
I love that you worked the word “blighted” into this post.
You whiney little baby! You didn’t FAIL! Congratulations, douchebag!
…uh…[/sarcasm]
*covers head, hides.
i got an A in statistics. I and II.
that’s all, i just wanted to gloat a little.
ok that’s enough gloating. now i just feel bad.
I just laughed so hard at that last line that snot flew out both nostrils of my nose. Thanks, ACW. :)
Hillarious. Sorry about your test grade, but I am enjoying the post it inspired - especially the title.
What I want to know is, does Poppy have nostrils somewhere besides her nose?
ACW, I’m with Poppy. I’m sitting in CVG and the boys next to me think I’m having a conniption. But, you’ve met me. How would they be able to tell if I wasn’t, really?
Fear - that’s the strategy. On your next exam, just answer every question with “I will rape your rotting corpse-holes.” When the prof hands the exam back, just look at him with crazy eyes and nod.
‘A’ for sure.
I just feel sad for you that you have to take statistics, but happy you show such a flair for emo-writing.
σ,balls=√((1/N,balls)Σ(X,ball-X,avg)²)
You did ask.
I was amazed by how emo you were getting in that post, it was like I could see your pain in blazing #000000 across the page, like the blackness of the void, sucking laughter from my soul. I was also wondering how long you could keep it up, which proved to be a lot longer than I could have!
IF you want to get an A, you need to study more, which means LESS internet?
Well then. I think your choice is pretty much made for you.
A’s are overrated anyway…
I passed statistics with an A.
Only because the grade was based on the effort (amount of work turned in.) If the problems were incorrect, we still got full credit.
Also, I don’t remember how to calculated standard deviation. Or really anything from that class. Although I wish I did.
“..how to calculated standard…”
Apparently, I also didn’t remembered how to tense verbs. Sorrying.
As I read the pseudo-emo, I could not help but envision the sickly-pale emo waifs who haunt the halls of the high school where I work. They are much given to black makeup, black clothes, and godawful poetry scribbled on their notebooks in lieu of the classwork they should be doing. You captured just the right tone of self-important whinging and overemoting typical of the genre. Now when I see those kids, I will think of this post. And I will laugh my head off.
I’m just laughing at TFG’s comment. Otherwise, I got nothing.
Oh fer gods sake. Just pass the class and keep drinking.
A’s are for other people (er, like me and Mr. Librarian and Kendra and Kaneda, apparently).
Actually, I think you used correct puncuation, so your emo-post is not MySpace worthy. The kids today don’t capitalize.
I love how this goes from emo to ACW in just one (two?) words.
SFChick has it right too - you also forgot to misspell absolutely everything and interpose your caps with your lowercase - better luck next time.
Bummer bout the exam!