days 11 and 12 were mediocre, at best.

I took college placement testing on day 11, after talking to a guidence counslor for an hour. (Side note: I seem to perpetually get the oldest, most computer illiterate of all the g.c's. I'm wondering if I've done something to piss the gods of career choices off. This guy didn't even know the programs offered nor did he know how to use ctrlf. ugh.) I scored extremely well in reading comprehension- though I regard that section of the test as my absolute least favorite. However, I scored disgustingly low in algebra.

This is less than half hour later than the conversation I had with Oldie McGuidence-Counselor. You know, the one where I told him I wanted to be a finance major, mathematics minor. OH, shit.

Now, I'm studying algebra like an eighth-grader and praying to god I will be able to score high enough (at least twice what I scored the first time. oh yes friends, i was that bad) to not have to take the three suggested remedial classes.

Day 12. I went to the gym. I ate Sonic. Ick.

This is my favorite number. Well, technically, 338 is my favorite number. And even more technically, it would be more accurate to describle 38 and 338 as numbers I am obsessed with.

When my ocd first reached a critical point, my first notion of a possible issue was because of the number 338. Its kind of hard to explain when I'm talking, and even more difficult to explain whilst writing. Basically, I could not see a number without using a list of rules to change it into 338.

My grandfather died when I was 9. It changed my life forever.