Well, the way to confuse a naughty eskimo.
Ask him to sit at the corner of an igloo.
PFFT.
At last
My love has come along
My lonely days over
And life is like a song
At last
The skies above are blue
Well my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you I found a dream
That I could speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known well
You smile
You smile
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last
At Last.
Listen to the song "At Last".
And please, someone tell me. WHY. WHY are there so many people out there unhappy about the degree they are doing? WHY? Why dont they choose something they enjoy? And if they did, they should seriously consider shutting their fat traps, and be content.
At this, I want to throw up on probability, hypothesis testing, and confidence intervals. I have this HUGE desire to FAIL EVERYTHING. And just sit at home and not do anything.
One day, I woke up and I could not find it anymore.
Ask him to sit at the corner of an igloo.
PFFT.
At last
My love has come along
My lonely days over
And life is like a song
At last
The skies above are blue
Well my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you I found a dream
That I could speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known well
You smile
You smile
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last
At Last.
Listen to the song "At Last".
And please, someone tell me. WHY. WHY are there so many people out there unhappy about the degree they are doing? WHY? Why dont they choose something they enjoy? And if they did, they should seriously consider shutting their fat traps, and be content.
At this, I want to throw up on probability, hypothesis testing, and confidence intervals. I have this HUGE desire to FAIL EVERYTHING. And just sit at home and not do anything.
One day, I woke up and I could not find it anymore.
