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(May 28, 2012)
Gah.  It kills me that even though you won't go to bed for about another hour and a half, you won't get this for a whole week.  My own fault for being a massive slacker friend, but all the same...

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My job actually is boring.  Possibly the worst I've ever had, on that front.  I'm hoping that it will get better when I can devote more time to it, as opposed to school and socializing, in a couple weeks, but....we shall see.  Whatever. Money.
 
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Ha and I'm used to Provo being ghetto, but bedbugs are a new low.  You boys should perhaps be concerned.

Don't be rude about my inability to follow lines.  

My six-hour class actually isn't too bad.  And I only have FOUR of them left.  I don't know what will happen with my grades this semester....at all...Oh, dear.  But at least it's almost over. 

You seem to be under the impression that I have a thorough enough grounding in statistics/enjoy them enough to discuss them outside school, ever, to contradict you.  That's sweet.