Still no financial aid money. My level of frustration with these idiots is through the roof. Seriously, all that needs to happen is someone official (i.e., not me) needs to tell Sallie Mae that I am, in fact, enrolled at UW and that I'm not asking for more money than I need. This can even be done electronically. And yet Great Lakes (UW's guarantor) and the UW Financial Aid office are fighting over who has to do this!

So of course, the logical solution would be for Great Lakes to fill out a piece of paper with the pertinent information and send it to me, so I can send it to Sallie Mae. The woman I talked to at Financial Aid gave me the impression that she thought my getting a blank form in the mail was a very real possibility. If that happens, you'll probably be able to get the details on the evening news.

Classes have started, and, as expected, I like International Governance, am indifferent to Micro and I hate Statistics with the firey passion of a thousand suns. I don't understand it, but I can't be bothered enough to try to understand it because I don't care. I DON'T CARE. I don't care why we have to take the mean of whatever to find out the probability of something else. I don't care how the variance formula is derived and why we square some number to get the proper calculation for a Greek symbol whose meaning I can't remember. I swear to god, someone could point a flaming arrow at my face and tell me to use Bayes' Theorem to find the probability of X and I would say, "Whatever, just shoot me." I hate it, I hate it, I! hate! it!

Roommate Kate is actually vacuuming crumbs out of the couch rather than do her statistics. I predict that the worse stats gets, the cleaner our house will be. I'll bet we could figure out a statistical formula related to that, but I think I have some stabbing myself in the eye to get to instead.