I love Brand New a lot. If love was eQual to an amount in tons, it would be 293,847,298,374,918,348,394,892,384x10^∞. Which yes, is two hundred ninety-three septillion, eight hundred forty-seven sextillion, two hundred ninety-eight Quintillion, three hundred seventy-four Quadrillion, nine hundred eighteen trillion, three hundred forty-eight billion, three hundred ninety-four million, eight hundred ninety-two thousand, three hundred eighty-four times ten to infinity. Which is a lot. I actually had to look up some of those prefixes for the number classification.
For example, I bet you did not know that 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 is called one novemdecillion? Or that if you add another three zeros, it's called vigintillion and that 10^99 is called duotrigintillion? The Greek-based name for the three previous numbers were: icosillion, icosihenillion, and triacontatrillion. And, 10^100 or 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 is one googol.I feel smart. Except not really. This is not practical at all.
I'm so fucking weird, but, I don't care. Not anymore at least.
I don't really have anything to say right now. There are maybe 6 people in the entire world who know what I've been going through, and now that it's over, only those 6 can really understand how I'm feeling.
Now it's just time to pick up where I left off. For a while there, time was standing still.
I have to wait until Monday to get on birth control. They are implanting something in my arm for 3 years, but they have to synch it to my hormones so I have to be on my period, but the office isn't open on weekends. Unfortunately, my period only lasts about three days, so Monday is pretty much our only shot until next month.
Now, Tuesday night is wide open, plus, we won't have school the next day.
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