Hm, honesty, I'm not quite sure why I'm writing this, maybe it's some mental trick to help me remember and my brain is just so amazing the rest of my body hasn't caught up yet.
Or not.
Maybe it's because recently I've been really pissed. And upset. And mad. And stressed. And sick. And in serious need of a hug. Yet, somehow, I've been feeling like just about the emptiest person on the planet.
Maybe, that's it.
Sooo, the stock market. The thing I keep hearing about on the news. Ummm, am I supposed to understand it? Yeah, probably. Do I? Would I have really asked that question if I did? Probably not.
Assignment: find Biotech stock market thingies. Yep, that's right, thingies, because I don't know what they're called. Stocks? Trades? Stuff people can buy or not buy and still end up financially ********? Who knows. Then I have to research them...Okaaaay, I'll roll with that. Then I have to pretend to buy stuff, er, excuse me, stocks. Riiiiight.
In flow chart form: Research something I don't understand--->Choose two companies that sell stuff to people to buy to resell---> Pretend to be one of those people---> See what happens.
Awesome.
Can't I just be the lonely old cat lady on the end of the street who doesn't have a care in the world except what color my next scarf will be and how to keep all those whipper-snappers out of my geraniums?
No? Darn.
You know what the truly sucky part is? I'm here typing random words in hopes I'll understand, sounding much more like a whiny 7 year old (ugh. 7 year olds.) than a dignified and literate 15 year old and someone else out there (probably Taylor, or Tim, hell- maybe even Yadira) knows exactly what all this means.
"Why don't you just call them?"
Why do you think? Obviously I can't reach them or else I wouldn't be here, now would I?
"Ohhh, so you can't call them or anything?"
No s**t, sherlock. Boy, you catch on fast.
 apterous_angel · Wed Sep 16, 2009 @ 02:28am · 0 Comments |
