In 15 minutes I have algebra, a subject that I have yet to get excited about. As monday, Wednesday and Friday roll past, I find myself lost in the world of Sudoku and sketches. The complication that I share with the subject of numbers is one that I can't get into without trying to get out of. If math were a girl, and we were in some sort of relationship, I would be the guy who doesn't know how to tell her that I hate her inequality, and her numerators and denominators confuse me. She is the one that deceived me into thinking I had more money in my bank account than I did, and shes the one that makes me older every second of my life.
I still find myself pinching pennies when it comes to my current financial status. Though I have a job, I pretend like I'm broke, so maybe I will be pleasantly surprised when I'm able to pay off my credit card. Maybe its one of those subconscious ways of taking control of things.
Maybe I'm just weird.
