This is a freewrite about epsilon as epsilon approaches nothing. Yet they still insist on it being about something, and that's why I hate real analysis.
My (this is funny--) grader for part of my problem set gave me a low grade and said something like the following: "I'm sorry to be so negative, but you should go see your professor about this, since he could tell you more than I could ever write down on a piece of paper." The funny part about this is that I HAVE DONE WELL ON THE PREVIOUS HOMEWORKS WHY ARE YOU SO SAD THAT I HAVE NOT HAPPENED TO DO SO HERE. That class is so stupid, I really don't want any more of it. But I'm stuck with 5.5 credits now (e.g. 6 classes, one of them being me basically getting credit for the programming work I did over the summer), so I'll just have to carry on.
I'm going to see Twelve Girls Band on Sunday with my family and hopefully some friends too. It should be fun; they're really good. My friends and the band. -- biatch!
My mind is spinning somewhat halfheartedly and I'm trying to get it to go the full 720. I think if I start doing more random shit I'll get that to happen. Stupid homework.
You know, I don't really like the fall, and I think it's because people have a harder time in the fall than in any other season, in my opinion. Me included? Yeah, probably, though it depends on the year sometimes (last winter was unbearable). This is obviously arguable, but arguments can cease like the shrillness of the abstractly bitchy, possibly gleeful autumn wind. (that's me trying to find a new way to describe the autumn wind) As in, don't accept it: let it flow?
Cease, ..., cease! Well, if you won't, that's what the winter's for.
And let the winter come.
Actually, no, don't. I'll fight the fall while it's here.
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