Even though math class started at 10am today and not 9:30, it still sucked. That's just one of the fundamental rules of math or something. In general, today has NOT been good. Darn.
For starters, Scott called me early to say he's starting work. That's a good thing (working) although he hates the bookstore (he needs the money). But that boils down to us probably NOT being able to meet for lunch, which will only increase my bummed-out mood, given that I have a rotten dentist's appointment today, and if I don't see Scott today, I won't see him AT ALL for the rest of the week, unless I'm lucky on Saturday, when we both get back from Thanksgiving.
Then, math class-- not only are those idiotic Venn diagrams more complex than I thought, but the bimbo sitting in front of me (a sorority girl, though I point this out only because she seems to strive to fit the stereotype) kept on playing with her hair, which, consequently, got in the way of my book. -_- Kinda hard to do math when someone's HAIR keeps getting in your way! Worse, when Bimbo #2 (not sure if she's in a sorority; she's been nice to me in the past and is relatively cool, just... a Dumb Blonde, really) asked questions that had been answered NOT LESS THAN TWO MINUTES previous, I was like >_< Urgh, can we move on already? Well, Ms. Bober is a nice professor, so she answered everything again, and Bimbo #1 is all "well, some of us have to be patient." Okay, I admit patience is a virtue, but not one of MY strengths, but still! Bitch, please!
Then came Bimbo #3, who is normally no problem to me, aside from being a bit of a know-it-all. So the class is dead silent and booooooring; the teacher is writing possibilities for Combinatorics on the board, and talking about a menu as an example. I jokingly commented that with the limited selection, the restaurant in question must be Olive Garden, and Bimbo #3 goes "must you make commentary on everything?" I say cheerily, "yep." But still, ARGH! I was a) just trying to be funny, and b) just trying to break the ice. Why do people have to get so irritated over such silly, quick things?
To top it all off, my chest hurts, my appetite's been beyond whack as of late and, post-shower this morning, I didn't have enough time to email myself the CAD drawing (blimp) I tinkered with last night, which is due in two weeks! >_< I HAVE TO GET IT DONE! Dad insists he knows a way to fillet (that is, round) the corners of my Polygon Mesh (the center of my blimp), which is made up of a series of hexagons stacked right behind one another. I need them rounded so my rounded-tip cones fit on them perfectly, and I can create a smooth union of the two for when I apply my material surface.
Worse, I still have to create my dorsal fins, the engines, find a way to cut windows or something similar in the base, cut away the top platform (the dueling arena), and... >_< Gah! This is yet another case of Mer biting off more than she can chew.
...I hate this.
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