I really like wearing my dark purple nail polish, as it is exactly as far into “edgy” as a five-three pasty redhead can get without looking ridiculous, but oh, the upkeep. I have to, like, paint them and stuff. Way too much work.
Okay. That had nothing to do with anything. Which has been pretty much the last few days. I’ve been working- a lot. I’ve been annoyed with people- a lot. I’ve gotten nauseous about the GRE- a lot. That’s pretty much it.
I cannot express how much I want it to be a week from tonight. Because then I won’t have this ridiculous test hanging over my head and I can return to not even caring about how you factor (a+b)2-(a-b)2 or more importantly, why you’d want to. That is exactly how I have survived the four years since I took advanced algebra in high school and we’ve all gotten along just fine thank you very much.
Meanwhile, I now have a sneaking suspicion that I’m going to fail the verbal section because I’ve been focusing on the math (which such fantastic results). Ignore the fact that there is no way to actually fail the test. Or that I’ve never had a problem with the verbal portion of any test. Or that half the schools I’m applying to don’t care whether I got a 200 or an 800. I’M STILL GOING TO FAIL.
Speaking of which, I kind of fail at life. Ugh. I’m going to bed.