Day 1: Why?

So, my friend forced me to do this, after all the effort she put in to show me how to work a blog, she said if I don't actually use it she'll kick me in the face. So here we are. I've never kept a blog, or a journal or diary before. And I'm not all that sure how to use it. What I'm supposed to be writing is an obscure concept to me right now. I am not a great writer, Stephenie Meyer is better than I and that's saying something, so I apologize in advance for all the grammatical errors and poor writing style. I'm out of practice to say the least. But I do have a lot on my mind, so I'm starting a blog.

I work with numbers, studying to be an actuary at Bryant Univeristy. I'm currently studying to take Exam P, which I've failed 3 times. So if your thinking oh actuary she must be smart, you're mistaken. I'm a dumbass. But to my defense this exam is impossible. It's 30 questions in 3 hours and they throw away a random 5 and they want something like 21 right out of the random 25. And they're the most impossible questions about the independent life spans of a man and wife and the probability that the wife survives the husband by at least 2 years... righttt. Anyway, I'm better at numbers than I am with words. I don't pretend to be a writer. I'm not. Obviously. And I'm not all that sure that I have anything worth saying. But I do have things that I would like to share.

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Have you ever gotten home from work, wanting to just relax? You jump on your bed, head hits the pillow, reach for you reach for your laptop and pull up itunes and play your favorite song to help you unwind; kick off your shoes, and right when the chorus begins, and you feel the happiest you've been all day - your mom calls your name, the way only a mother can. You ignore it the first time hoping she'll go away or won't need you anymore. But then a louder, more annoyed call of Shin-ADE! pierces the air and vibrates through the walls. And everything goes to shit. Yeah I got to go...