I am beyond depressed.  Jordan moved away last Friday to the other side of the country.  On the upside, there’s a dance weekend after next and it happens to be exactly on my sixteenth birthday.  On the downside, I don’t get to gush over it with Jordan until there’s nothing left about the dance that hasn’t been talked over and exclaimed over, and I won’t be able to shop for a dress with her, like we planned to. 

I may well go crazy.  I have no reason to go crazy, obviously, but I still think I am going to go crazy.  For no reason at all.  Go make sense of that.

I mean, seriously, what kind of job am I going to be doing that requires this?  I get why we do the word problems and all that, but do I really want to find the death count of an earthquake disaster in one city compared to another, when the ratio is this to that and it’s divisible by this number?  Sheesh.  Getting kind of morbid, aren’t we?

hey, this darned thing works!