I spent the first forty five minutes on the first part I thought I might be able to figure out. I guess I should've known better. I managed to work out the first step and got immediately stuck after that. I glanced over what was waiting for me and spent the next fifteen minutes debating whet ever I should just throw in the towel and leave. I promised myself I wouldn't get frustrated or depressed over it so I packed up my stuff and turned in three mostly blank pieces of paper.

Math and I, we'll just never get along. There are plenty of people living their life with only a basic understanding of mathematics. I guess I'll be one of them. I had to repeat that to myself a couple of times while I was waiting for my train though. I was quite ready to break down in tears, but once the train left the station I started feeling better. DL called me just when I got home and told me he didn't do well either. That also made me feel a little better.

When I got home I knew what it was I had to do. Buy comfort food and lots of it!! Cookies, potato chips, the works. I went to the snack bar for my dinner as well. I did buy a small salad to balance it out a little, but I was kind of full so that's still sitting in the fridge. Oh well, maybe tomorrow :-P

I looked up my schedule for the next term (term? period?). Ugh, not exactly the most exciting stuff. Two courses sort of involve more math. I will sort out those alternative master programs tomorrow, if only to avoid those boring courses. One of them is actually somewhat interesting, but of course it has to be the one that's the most difficult. The other one is on Logic and Collections. Yes, that's as horrible as it sounds. Thankfully I've already done courses covering some of that crap. So in case I have to do them anyway I'll feel at least a little bit more confident.

My programming assignment is due on Friday so that's going to be fun as in stressy fun. I only have three days to do it now. Go me! School is such a pain. Maybe I should just quit and find a job.

Bah all this stress is making my face hurt. My skin was actually doing ok for a week or so, but now I have another couple of painful spots. They're healing, but I don't think all that comfort food helped things.

Maybe this maybe that maybe this maybe that. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND!

If I can accept that some things just don't work out instead of completely freaking out and getting ultra depressed I think I'll manage to stay sane.