i don't know why i am awake.  i don't know why i'm not doing my precalc homework or reading hte great gatsby.  actually i am rebelling against being studious.  hell i've never been studious.  i am such a procrastinator.  my life can die.

but thanks for reading so far, i know i made your day happier because you realize that your life is better than someones even if you thought your life sucked the most.

so... the ski trip is over.  it was fun, except for the not sleeping in thing, except for the incredible coldness, except for my legs hurting like hell from my ski boots, except for the weird/annoying/deranged sophomore boys screaming on the bus.  also except for the intense back pain i am now suffering from, although that was totally worth it to experience my SW33T wipeout, which resulted from me hurtling down a slope and then seeing this cliff and i didn't know where i was going to land so i sort of panicked and contorted my body so that i couldn't support myself when i landed and i slid on my ass into a pole.  but i did get some sick air.  and the pole was padded.  and i amused victoria (and me) for like, an immeasurable amount of time.

i'd like to shout out to my homeskillet john, who i met on a ski lift.  he had some terrific dialogue such as, "i forgot my goggles and borrowed my mom's so these are slightly feminine" and "wow you guys are really shy i'm not hitting on you or anything." which were followed by awkward laughter from me and inward hysterics from victoria.  thank you john, wherever you are now.

and tomorrow is THE DAY.  THE DAY.  THE DAY!!!

SNOW REPORT: 6 cm and falling

(i'm not obsessed with metric but i only could find a metric ruler.  maybe this is a sign that the us is finally accepting metric.  maybe the feds raided american households, taking the loot of non-metric rulers and yardsticks (and tape measures) with them.)

number of snowflakes i was able to catch in my mouth: one

number of snowflakes that hit me in the eye, temporarily blinding me, as i vainly tried to maneuver my mouth under a flake: about three

happy exams!

wow i didn't realize how long its been.  writing on this emotionless gray screen is like receiving a hug from a long-lost friend.  not.  i don't even have any long-lost friends.  whatever.

so thanks to the skills of ines and eric, i get to take a 2 hour driving lesson NEXT TUESDAY WHEN I SHOULD BE STUDYING FOR MY FREAKING BIO AND KWESKIN EXAMS.  thank you so much for making my life suck.  actually i should only thank myself for that.  and its fantastic that we're going to stowe 6 hours away and that we absolutely have to leave on the friday afternoon before a holiday weekend so that the trip will take 10 hours instead.  my time would be so much better spent in a beat-up Lewis Driving School car, tooling around a New Canaan parking lot learning how to back in park.  which is impossible in my van. so on tuesday the 11th, at 12:45 when everyone else is starting to study, i will be experiencing my lack of skills at driving.

but the ski trip will be mad fun.  unless its too cold and we die.  or if we sit in traffic and we die.  hah.

back to pre-calculus chapter 3 section 7-- FINDING THE RATIONAL ZEROS OF POLYNOMIAL FUNCTIONS!!!!  PARTY!!

i so should not be doing this but whatever.  i had a fucking horrible day but don't know why i feel the compelling urge to share that with all of cyberspace.  so many bad things happened.  and by the way this week is insane, christmas / holiday (semi PC) / winter (uber PC) break cannot come fast enough.

on a bright note, the math team jackets are IN.  overall, they are satsifactory.  the supercoolness of the concept was slightly diminished by the fact that a) there's no KLHT logo and we have to send them back for 9 dollars if we want one and b) the jacket style is a little questionable, as in the medium is like gargantuan and puffy, displaying timeless ghettoness which seems to be incompatible with the math team image.  and don't even zip it up.  crazy puffage.  but theyre cool.

so, nothing else to say.  please die for me.  if you want something from me, die.  you can have a big party in the afterlife and watch me struggle and suffer but at least I won't have to do anything for you.