I hate math

I took math 30 three times....but accordingly, this fact doesn't matter. This little blurb here spoke to me, so I speak thus share with you:

"Life is chock-full of lies, but the biggest lie is math. That's particularly clear in the discipline of probability, a field of study that's completely and wholly fake. When push comes to shove-when you truly get down to the core essence of existence-there is only one mathematical possibility: Everything is 50/50. Either something will happen, or something will not.

When you flip a coin, what are the odds of it coming up heads? 50/50. Either it will be heads, or it will not. When you roll a six-sided die, what are the odds that you'll roll a three? 50/50. You'll either get a three or you won't. That's reality. Don't fall into the childish "it's one-in-six" logic trap. That is precisely what all your adolescent authority figures want you to believe. That's how they enslave you. That's how they stole your conviction, and that's why you will never be happy. Either you will roll a three, or you will not; there are not other alternatives. The future has no memory. Certain things can be impossible, and certain things can be guaranteed- but there is no sliding scale for MAYBE. Maybe something will happen, or maybe it won't. That's all there is. What are the chances your sister will die from ovarian cancer next summer? 50/50 (either she will dies from ovarian cancer or she won't). What are the chances that your sister will become America's most respected underwater welding specialist? 50/50. It will happen or it won't. There are two possibilities, and both are plausible and unknown. The odds are 2:1. These facts are irrefutable.

Quasi-intellectuals like to claim that math is spiritual. They are lying. Math is not a religion. Math is the antireligion because it splinters the gravity of life's only imperative equation: Either something is true, or it isn't. Do or do not; there is no try. "

Chuck Klosterman
"Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs"

Outside my Window During this Beatiful Lunch Hour

there is some chump outside my window...he's in the fountain, his hair is high and gelled....it's 31 degrees out and he is in a pink polo...he is also sporting a pair of fancy jeans which are soaked up to the crotch, and a white belt with a big Lindberg buckle....and for some reason this guy is infuriating the hell out of me. I want him gone from the view from my window...go away. Why am I so agitated today? Well they say the hot weather could have an effect, except that i LOVE the heat and cool weather actually really pisses me off so that would imply that the climate in general ruins my day no matter what. And my ear is itchy!!! ahahahaha make it stop! What does an itchy ear mean? I hope it doesn't mean imminant death because I've got a super exciting weekend coming up right away. I did say at some point today that I was itching in anticipation for the weekend....maybe i really am. Oh wow, now the chump in the polo is adjusting his over-sized sun-glasses and there is an gaggle of hos flocking around him....one is too skinny (the ho is too skinny), I can see her spine and her knobbley knees.

I suspect that fountain is awash of epithelial, band-aids, pee, sweat, hair, and dirty scrotum (i know those hobos bathe somewhere at night), and yet...I'm really jealous of all those unemployed, inner-city scumbags (there is a grasshopper climbing my window...its huge and i want to catch it)....I want to be in the fountain and the sun. I also suspect that i'm sitting here working to afford them the luxery.

What the hell is up with my EAR!?! Would it itch if I was allergic to something? (I could totally catch that grasshopper if i was outside).

Oh yeah...so if it's not the weather getting to me, what is it? Could it be the asshole that refuses to call me? maybe, but i'm pretty used to it by now so it really shouldn't suprise me, and in reality it's what keeps me interested in the guy in the first place (oh so naughty boy) so that can't be it.....I'm really excited for this weekend; it's going to be plenty fun and yet here I am seriously hating on this chump who is now fixing his hair in 30 degree weather while standing in a pool...uh oh! I saw that! Skinny beotch just grazed his arm a little (someone is SO in there). Fuck I love people watching, if only it could be something careers are made out of (whoa grasshopper fell and then tried to jump up and missed.....ah there he is, made it back on to the window). Does someone want to pay me to sit here and analyse everyone outside? I'm pretty good at it. If only I could stop scratching my ear long enough to write it down.

I will be much happier once I am the chump outside grazing people's arms....until then, I am angry and hateful....and yet complacent at the same time (this poor grasshopper is getting no where....keeps falling and trying to jump back....give it up man, it's too hot to work that hard).

My Thoughtful Question of the Day (ever)

If you were to have a choice of a blind date with someone of which all you know about is 1. that person is good looking and successful. OR 2. that person is good looking, successful and extremely patriotic.....which would you choose?

Also this: you meet someone and fall madly in love with that person....good looks, brains, sensitive, strong, head over heels in love with you in return...everything you could possibly look for in a partner....then you find out that person is actually a slug-type alien from another planet who has taken over the body of another human being. Who do you love? and would you continue to love even though what and who you are in love with is not necessarily real? Maybe it is? What is love? Sure you may say "I would still love", but then you have to think...could you fall in love with another non/human species such as a polar bear? Afterall, you ARE actually in love with a slug-alien...
Ever seen the movie "Meet Joe Black"? The female co-star falls in love with death would has taken over the body of another man. Death falls in love with female co-star but loves so much that death goes back to being death and returns the original soul (soul?) to the original body for female costar to continue loving....but she was never in love with real soul, she was in love with death, who really could have been in the form of any body? Right?
What if original soul is an asshole? Does female costar still love or would she rather have death back? and in what form?
Fuck this is confusing. Afterall is IS only a movie...but it could happen, it does happen, people fall in love with figments all the time.