But what can I do... It's not like I could bitchfight my way out of it. I have to pass Elementary Algebra, (I repeat, ELEMENTARY!) to get 3 units (Nursing prefuckinrequisite) of Algebra II or College Algebra. Man, can you imagine my numeral-loathing head revolving around these demanding subjects?? Don't even be surprised if you just heard one day, I hanged myself in the attic because of it. Like seriously. What was I even thinking when I've decided to be a nurse and ditch my dreams of becoming the next Paula Dean? What were YOU thinking?!!
But it was my birthday and I wouldn't let anything as embarrassing as this ruin my very day. Since there weren't plans of partying, I just asked my dad to drop by Walmart so we could get the usuals: orange chicken, strips with country gravy, mac and cheese and a humongous pizza for the day. Hahaha, celebrating my failure. Why not? But guess what. I'll try it just one last time. Who knows, I'll be Cady-mathlete one day. Haha, birthday girl can dream!
Before I forget... thanks to the blogger beauties who remembered to blow me kisses yesterday. Ate Clare, Jen, Bone and Jennie. And my CUZ, Hannah. You have no idea how you made my almost suicidal day. :)