"i'm pretty tired... think I'll go home now"

hello. im forrest gump. it's five in the morning, i've had some rather insignificant sehri, after the sehri i had yesterday -- the two dates i opened my roza with not withstanding. an incredible thyng happened the other day. i left my dorm for classes at 9 in the morning. had classes, studied a bit, worked on an assignment that was due at 9 am, and when i got back into my room, it was 7.30 am of the next day. i'd been on campus, working for 22 and a half hours, and i hadnt had tym to go to my room. i dont thynk i even remembered i had a room in that entire tym. "And that's all I have to say about that" -- forrest gump. i really dont know why i cant be a window cleaner in new york. i thynk except for the smog and the traffic and the crowds and teh pollution... ok wait, scratch that, change the place from new york to ummm... a place with some serious sky scrapers minus all the trash. i'd say right now, the most fulfilling career i see for myself is hanging from tall buildings cleaning them. really, it's gotta be fun, if you know what i mean. at least you wont be screamin regression in the middle of your sleep. my mom asked me what clothes i would like made for eid. i said "take the values plotted on the regression plot and give them to the tailor." dunno what he's gonna do with those man. damn, i still got five pages of analysis to do, and i so dont feel like working on it anymore. sadly, no one cares about my feelings here. in fact, im paying them to treat me the way to do. *sigh... some ppl never learn*