This is a short story, don’t worry.

So not only must I suffer through a school year with the Ultra-Evil Math Teacher from Hell, I also must purchase a graphing calculator so that I may complete my Honors Math 3 Pre-Calc/Trig class. Thrills.

Buying the stupid thing was relatively easy, since it wasn’t my money. We go into Target and look at calculators -- first we have silver/clear TI 83 or something like that, for around $129. Then we have, right next to it, a TI 83 in clear blue or purple that comes with batteries, a connector cable, and a neat little carrying case. Asking price -- $100. So my father unit looks at me and asks me do I want the purple or the blue and I think for a moment and cry “MANA-MANA BLUE!!” really loud, which he deserved for not taking any pictures of the jrockers he saw in San Diego.

Now I’m at home with this ManamanaBlue calculator, in it’s inch-thick plastic case. Me and my safety scissors, on the phone with Meg, trying desperately to open the damn thing. It. Would. Not. Open. I’m sure Meg thought I was trying to violently disembowel someone on my end of the phone. By the time I was done and has the calculator, case, batteries, and booklet in my grubby paws, I was sitting in a pile of plastic, cardboard and paper scraps about a foot high.

The fun part -- I must now insert the batteries into the calculator unit. Would you believe that in my entire house, I can’t find a small philips head screwdriver so I can unscrew the damn cover and insert my 4 regulation batteries into my ManaManaBlue calculator? IT’S UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!!

Ate a throughly burnt bratwurst, am now typing this entry, singing Silk and Satin and watching my fish fart. As there is no other true explination for what I am seeing.

Satori is god. End of discussion. Spoink.

-Shuu, over and out

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