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I found my Soul Mate today at my second soccer practice. She's so awesome, we both break out into random accents (we spent half of practice speaking in an irish one), we both play D, we can already layer each other (yay onion defense). MAN, I'm happy. Oh and . . .this is the real kicker (haha bad pun) we were talking about Australia and all I had to say was "Mmm, Daniel Jones" and she knew who he was. Oh my fucking god. Happiness.
Because I'm a nerd who loves my statistics class too much I have discovered, that I write in here, on average, about every 1.5 days. I have a median of writing every other day as well, and the longest I've gone without writing is 6 days, which it turns out is an outlier, anything above 3.5 days is unusual (I have a total of three outliers). Finally, the box plot of my data shows a definite right skew. God I love stat.
To whom it may concern . . .Colleen really needs to finish editing my Heat fic--I wrote in fucking July!