To make wine diet-friendly, just add "h"

I have been listening to country music lately because it makes me feel like I am home, which is a welcome feeling for someone who is terribly homesick. My parents' house is not necessarily unbearable - I can easily think of 10,000 other places where I'd be much worse off - it's just that I recently starting missing my own house (and town!) very much and now this place is sloppy seconds.

Yesterday I rattled off a couple of statements in Spanish just for the heck of it (something I usually do quite often but have not done in a good while) and I decided that it's about time for me to stop learning useless math and get back to studying the important things in life. I guess I shouldn't suggest that what I like study is any more important than math; the history of Germany and Spanish phonetics are almost as useless as calculus and algebra, they just suck a lot less.

Speaking of calculus and algebra - I managed to pull off a resounding A in my business algebra class and I was hoping to mimic that success in business calculus, but my idealism and gusto were torn down and spit upon when I started class on Monday morning. It seems that I will be spending the last five weeks of summer teaching calculus to myself because my professor isn't really up to it. Apparently, a Ph. D. does not a good instructor make. I have to quit it with the pouty tone now to point out the upside to all of this. It's in the second sentence, see? Right there in the independent clause. Last five weeks of summer. This is the downswing, folks. Home and English are just 37 days out of reach. Whoop!