Showing posts with label stretchy pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stretchy pants. Show all posts

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Pants

It is official. I ran out of clean pants. I resisted the temptation to wear my pajamas to class yesterday, which, in hindsight may have been the better choice. I also resisted the temptation to wear my harem pants to class, or outside at all, as a result of my being repeatedly told by some lovelies that they do not make my hind end look all that great. So, they stayed in my drawer waiting for... TODAY! I will wear them until after all of my laundry is washed and dried. I may even wear them outside, as I have lots to do, some of which involves going outside and walking my cat. (jealousy ensues) :)

My clean wardrobe now consists of piles of cardigans and pajama pants that may look more like pantaloons.
Thankfully, the weather is getting warmer around here and I can once again start wearing skirts and dresses without whimpering continuously about how cold I am and how unpleasant being cold is. (I don't like winter, fyi)

Time to do some laundry.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Math

The entirety of my problems with regards to mathematics has now become clear to me. I cannot successfully add, subtract, or multiply. Apparently I am okay when it comes to division.

But, after coming to this realization tonight, I feel that I must have completely stumbled my way through 2nd grade and the rest of my elementary, middle school, and high school math courses. Apparently I was luckier than I had realized. I refused to take math my senior year of high school. I am now extremely happy that I followed my gut, otherwise, I may not have made it into college, where I am having such a wonderful experience. With the gargantuan exception of anything involving mathematics.

Along with my descent into mathematical ineptitude, my spelling skills have begun to curdle, and not in the good way like I had intended said skills to mature and grow and flourish. Instead. I am taking German, and now I can't spell in English. Ah. Such is life.

I now feel like I should be back in Mrs. Becker's 2nd grade class, learning about electricity, how to multiply, and reading Catwings and The Trumpet of the Swan.

I had the cutest blue flowered stretchy pants then. A+.