My boyfriend is in the hospital. This week keeps getting better and better.
I worry far too much.
how pathetic is that?
having a shitty day and the littlest things are setting me off. lovely.
This statistics class is slowly going to kill me. I managed to teach myself the information to answer 1-6 of my homework correctly, but questions 7-9 make absolutely no sense. We’re supposed to use this statistics software called R to do something and she never even taught us how to us it and ugh. I’ll be spending a lot of time in my professor’s office, that’s for sure.