6 one way one third of a dozen the other and other reasons I hate math...

I've recently really gotten into the lazy man's sport of darts. I find myself playing at the most random times, usually when I'm upstairs in my room and I walk by the darts. One of the biggest things I've noticed when playing a game of 301 or some other game requiring my most basic math skill, is that I have none of said skills. I don't particularly enjoy math, but I'm good at advanced math, I love algebra. I literally went to my College Algebra class 6 times over the course of a semester: the first two days, 3 exams, one final. I still made an A in the class. But where is the transition from basic math to more advanced math? I honestly can't remember a gentle transition from one to the other. I basically learned two completely different subjects. I think it was in 8th grade when I was supposed to take Pre-Algebra but since I was in the gifted program, I was offered the oppurtunity to take high school Algebra instead. I opted for the Algebra, and here I am with trouble subtracting 57 from 194 in a stupid dart game(2,598 right?). Maybe it's that Rabun County/Georgia Southern education...

Can someone please explain to me why I have a better shot at picking a girl up if I'm a complete dick than if I just try to be Mr. Nice Guy? I've found that if you're really nice out of the gate they initially love to be around you, so much that they consider your relationship so special that you'd be a better friend than a boyfriend. (Not that that's a bad thing, Amber, Bridgette, Lauren, Courtney, Rachel, Tina, Sara, Brooke, Jamie, Shelly, Paula, Jennifer, and Amy)* I liken relationships to a major highway...when you first meet someone you're on the main highway, but there are several exits on the highway, and depending on how fast you're going, you could miss the exits. However, if you're going too slow, you might allow them the oppurtunity to open the door and tuck and roll. Along the highway there's the dating exit, which we should always keep our eyes out for and take it when we see it, then there are about 594 friendship exits...be careful they can sometimes be disguised as gas stations as well as visitors centers to trick you into stopping, and there you are, in Friendshipville** forever.

Roger Federer won his opening round today at Wimbeldon, as well as Lindsay Davenport. In other sports news, I'm completely obsessed with women's beach volleyball, and not just for the obvious reasons***. But I find myself picking a team, and then rooting for them, sharing in their ups and downs...happy if they win, devastated if they lose. Tomorrow night is the big night for the Pistons to prove themselves by beating the Spurs in San Antonio and forcing a game 7.

Until tomorrow, be safe, stay classy, and don't eat the yellow snow.








* names have been changed to protect identities and my sexuality
**or Friendshipton, Friendshipburg, or Platonicopolis depending on where you live
***namely to see the snazzy marketing such as Bud Lite umbrellas and XBOX banners around the court