Semi-Worth Reading, I suppose.

Please tell me I'm not ridiculously sad:

The Rubik's Cube is my life.

Yes, I'm dead serious, quit laughing.

Last year, there was a senior who was amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean, AMAZING. He was able to solve a Rubik's Cube in less than thirty seconds. Okay, annoyingly amazing, but amazing, nonetheless.

Because he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb, I figured, 'Hey, this will be a breeze!' like any niave little girl would. After going out and forking over eight bucks for a Rubik's Cube (they were actually pretty hard to find...), I started to mess with it.

Now that I think about it, I unconsciously believed that because I was quite a bit smarter than that Rubik's Cubitian, I would just...get it.

Like, just...get it. Yah.

NO.

After a week-long streak of failures, I gave up.

Now, half a year later, this unsolved problem has resurfaced.

An official addict, I've been carrying a Rubik's Cube in my purse for the past week, pulling it out during classes, hoping to figure out the next step. Unlike the last time, I am actually getting somewhere. Currently, I've got two steps left to learn, and the rest I figured out by myself.

(Take that, Rubik's Cubitian.)

I just cannot wait for that feeling of solving my first Rubik's Cube. It feels like the only problem/question in my live with a solution. Not that I know what the solution is...YET.

Just to throw this in there: Calculus, is pretty fabulous as well. It's got answers to all its problems and (unlike all the previous math classes I've taken) I don't even have to show all my work. HA.

Oh! Speaking of math...
I've got something else that needs to be said, but it's about a boy.

Boys and math.

Ugh, I know.

Okay, not really math, but sort of. You'll see.

Next post. Promise.