My feelings about Math (which are very negitive)

I've been going to school for a while now, and although I still don't like homework, by far the worst homework in whole universe in all it's eternity, is math. Doesn't matter what it is I hate it. Those four letters have continued to ruin my life ever since first grade. The only thing I ever remember about math is how much I hate it.
First of all who cares? If I wanted to know what x equal or the angles of a triangle, I would've figured it out on my free-time. I believe that four plus four or x equals whatever is a mystery that is best left alone. Plus, it's all confusing you do this and times it by this number and it magically becomes this number, which you then minus by this then times it by the other number and then you have plug it back into the equation and do it all over again. Honestly if any one wanted to torture me, make me do math. Or if someone said, "Do this algebraic function right or we'll kill you." I'd probably just say, "Shoot me now 'cause it'll be wrong."
My philosophy on math is this: Calculators do a darn good job of doing our math, I say we keep on letting them go at it, if someone wants to do math for fun, they can go ahead. (However, that person should probably be evaluated by a physcologist)
Fortunately I way to counter my math problem. God has given me a great gift that helps me greatly with my math homework. Creativity. How does this help? Well, let's say, hypothetical situation, I don't understand my math homework, (that whole "hypothetical thing was total sarcasm by the way) I'll just creatively make up my own way to solve the problem. It may not be right, but I got my homework done, besides that what re-dos and extra-credit are for. So say I have problem (which by the way are very fitting names, because in my life they are most definitely problems) I might add the four to the five which is nine and times that by the two to get x which is eighteen.
You may be thinking "Poor Child she doesn't know her algebra," but believe me I prefer it this way. This is the only way I have fun with math.
So that's how I feel about math. You may feel differently about it and that's okay, (even though I think you may need serious help if you do) but my blog is to write about how I feel. If you want to write about how amazing math is write your own blog. On this one "math" and "amazing" will never go in the same sentence, except that last one.

Just a few little blips while I'm here

I'll start with the sad one, I MISSED INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
sad. anyway that's all...... P.S. It was Sept. 19.

Anyway I'm always impressed with how stupid we humans are, actually not really, I'm depressed, and I'm impressed that God didn't wipe us out with a flood a long time a ago and leave the Earth blank, instead of repopulating it with Noah. I guess what I'm trying to say is we just don't get it do we. We're all like Dory from Finding Nemo, we always forget, and as soon as we're told it again, we forget.
I am always amazed and grateful of how endless God's love is. No matter how bad we screw-up he's there.
Also no matter how hard things are he's there. We're like blind people and he's our seeing-eye-dog. we have no idea where were going, but our leader does. And no matter how dark and void our eyesight is, he sees the full picture— imagine rabbit ear TV vs. High definition.
I was watching a comedian, Mark Lowery and he said that his dad used to tell him scary bedtime stories about him and his brother and it didn't matter how scary it got they knew who was telling the story and that it would all be alright. We're the same way. No matter how scary things get, you know who's telling the story, and it'll be alright. God is your author and he's the best one out there. His book has been the Best-Seller for years.

An explanation (Or more commonly known as, an excuse)

I just wanted to take a few minutes to explain something to you my reader, how ever many I have, which I don't think is that many, but I don't really care. Basically I want to explain why I haven't been blogging all that much. I am on staff with The Bengal's Purr, which for those of you who don't know, it is our students newspaper. I am the News Editor, which sounds a lot more exciting than it actually is (never mind it's a lot of fun I get to boss people around and being that I am a youngest child I don't get that opportunity often). Anyway, aside from Bengal's Purr I also go to school, shocking I know, which means I my fair share of homework.
I'm sure you've been told that school is job, well it is, and knowing how hard a job school is I can't wait to start a real job. My life consists of waking up at the atrocious hour of six o'clock stumbling to the table to eat breakfast, then stumbling in the shower for much longer than I ever intend to, and going to school. Once I'm at school I go to my classes my teachers talk, I space out, then I realize I'm spacing out so I snap back to the present only to go back into zone out mode a few minutes later. Usually by second hour my stomach is continuously telling me it's hungry, and I start thinking about food. I have lunch, go to more classes. On a typical day I'll go home do homework until approximately dinner time, then I either go to bible study, youth group, or Awana.
Recently the paper is starting to come out with it's first issue, which means I'm staying after school until about 3:30 or more which means I don't get home until 4. So naturally I don't have a lot of time to write, and if I do I don't usually feel like it because I've been writing all day. I'm not complaining, I some-what enjoy it. But that is the explanation of why you don't see more blogs. And seeing how the only solution is to either drop out of school, or invent more hours of the day, it probably won't stop any time soon. My only regret is that the reason I don't blog more is because of busy school schedule not a busy saving-the-world schedule. Unless, of course, I really am saving the world and this is only a ploy to make you think it is school, but if that is true or not I'll never tell. And if I did I would have to shoot you.