Hey
He's really only here to remove our moles!
Thank you, Sir or Madame! Where do I sign up?
This is why we can't have nice things.
Good luck Moises, we are all 50 year old bald fat men who are also pedophiles.
Man is the cruelest animal.
Shhh, don't blow our cover, Hilla-rat.
Sorry Tuff, I removed the link.
And, uh, Hillary - speak for yourself. I'm not quite bald yet.
Prove it!
Man is the cruelest animal.
These moles won't remove themselves!
This is why we can't have nice things.
Uh oh.
This is why we can't have nice things.
These melanomas won't remove themselves!
This is why we can't have nice things.
You want a picture of my 4 precious hairs?
Euw.
This is why we can't have nice things.
And, uh, Hillary - speak for yourself. I'm not quite bald yet.
Hiiiiiiiiiiiii, Pete. :3
Hey lady! How are you?
Well! Still stressed with school, but I think that's just my natural condition now. How've you been? We haven't talked since I shattered your innocence.

This is why we can't have nice things.
That sounds kind of cold. It's customary to at least call after shattering someone's innocence.
It depends, I suppose, on the innocence that is being shattered.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Come on, you mostly shattered my idea of your innocence!
I'm alright, busy with work and school. Trying to keep up with pleasure reading and working out in between.
So... Busy.
Come on, you mostly shattered my idea of your innocence!
I'm alright, busy with work and school. Trying to keep up with pleasure reading and working out in between.
So... Busy.
I might have a few stories to tell in the near future.
But anyway, how are your classes going? I know you mentioned being worried about Stats.
Statistics sucks. But mostly it just takes practice. I'm used to breezing through classes. Not so much with statistics. But I'm getting a B right now, so I can't complain too much.
And we'll be waiting patiently for those stories. haha
I had a hard time with math in college--but, for some reason, statistics just made sense to me. I still know the basics. That being said, I really struggled through college algebra. I had many tutors and, to this day, have no idea how I passed the final.
I didn't do well at all in Stats. Nothing made sense to me after the third week.
If you miss one thing, it's easy to become lost. Every lesson really builds off the last one. That's why a lot of people have a hard time with it.
There were a couple chapters that I bombed. But then the next week I really reread the chapters and practiced everything that was available on the interactive site (that most books have now days) and then it would click for me.
Another thing I find helpful is going to Barnes and Noble and buying a book that is written better than your text book. I have Statistics for the Utterly Confused (I think that's what it's called). Keep in mind, most textbooks are written to impress the professors. They really aren't written with the student in mind at all.
Statistics show most statistics are usually wrong anyway.
That's basically what I'm learning. Everything is just, at best, an educated guess. Some guesses more educated than others.
I totally failed stats at Uni. I had to do it to do phychology. I gave up on psych.
I'm done with math forever, because I passed Stats and fulfilled my math requirement. Yay bare minimum!
I had to take my Stats exam 5 times before I passed. But when I passed, I got an 8/10, which was shockingly great.
Every time I read/translate an article on economy, I thank myself for not choosing money over pleasure. Economic Sciences is one of the most popular choices around here. My best friend is actually writing her thesis on statistics in the Romanian education system.
That is so my line.
College always seemed like such a waste of time to me. Life is short. One day you might wake up, you are 40 years old, fat, your dick doesn't work, you just paid off your student loan debt for that damned liberal arts degree but you are still working contruction and driving a 1991 cutlass surpreme to work, and just maybe your alcoholism is getting the best of you. "Damn you college!" you cry into the night as you shake your fist at the sky, "Damn you!".
did you know the moon is the arkonoah? check it out when it's a quarter fool sometime. it's really, quite beautiful
It's not College's fault you picked a shitty major and then had no idea what to do with it.


how many friends have you made with that intro?