my journal 2

Yes! I did more math. Equations, equations... it's coming all together.



56 exercises to go, 28 consecutive days of work at khan academy.

Let's see if this video works, too:



Yes! Thanks, Queen.

I guess I could sing along with Freddy Mercury:

The "sand in my face" is the hyenas smelling blood and gathering here on my journal to get a piece of the action and rip me apart.

The "I've come through" part is that I banned them all.

The "my friends" is actually me talking to my imaginary friends because I've practically got none here.

The "fighting till the end" means that I've kept fighting, doing math and trading and all that.





I really hope it's over, with the harassment. Of course those who have done it can't do it anymore, because they're banned. But there could be some idiots left on the forum.

It made me really tired to have to read some negative stuff every day. No one has the right to even post here without my consent. Let alone to disrespect me by relentlessly cross-examining me, without even knowing what I am doing and what I've been doing. Screw these arrogant idiots, who think, just because they caught a glimpse of a post, to have figured out who I am and what I'm doing. They shouldn't even dare to talk to me, worthless human beings. Unfortunately my journal for most people is equivalent to "pearls before swine", as they say.

Practically the only good readers are those who do not post: those who do post, in most cases, make me waste my time. The only exceptions were weighbridge, wprins, and a couple of others.



I remember, in 1991, I was in Quebec, learning french. This guy was... we were playing frisbee. He was from california, and he had hiv. He offered me a drink, orange juice, from a paper cup he had been drinking from. It was like a test I guess. I didn't want to offend him, and I drank. I didn't catch aids (I took a test five years later), but it was irresponsible to drink from the same cup in order to avoid offending him.



I can't believe this is free, too. This is worth paying for. It's like a free concert.

Probably that's it for today:



55 exercises to go. 29th consecutive day. 77% of work done.

Journal closed at the OP's request.