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Exponential vs Logarithmic Form

Logarithmic Form -- y = logbx -- y = exponent -- b = base

Exponential Form -- b^y = x -- y = exponent -- b = base

-- these forms can be changed back and forth, as they consist of the same parts (b, x, and y)

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Texas Trip in Log Form:

First Entry: Today I flew on a plane for the first time in a decade. I wasn't between two fat, sweaty giants, thank goodness, but I can't help but be disappointed in the fact that my dream of sitting between two midget contortionists that love their jobs did not come to fruition. Maybe next time. 

I had a layover that would have originally given me a half hour to get to my next plane. Unfortunately, my first plane was 15 minutes late. Upon arriving at the second airport of the day, I discovered that my second airplane was on the other side of the airport. I spent that time switching between running and speed walking depending on how many people were crowed around. I made it to the plane as the last group was boarding.

I had evidently fallen asleep at some point and woke up as the plane was landing in El Paso. My sister was waiting for me with coffee. This pleased me.

Upon reaching my sister's apartment, I discovered she had done no packing. Not a single box was packed. I found this a tad annoying. She had also failed to finish procuring her storage unit. That made me a little pissed. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was doing all of this time. 

We began packing that night.

Entry 2: This morning I was awoken by one of my sister's dogs snoring in my face.  When I tried to get up, he woke up and stared at me. Apparently this is a prompt for the other dog to bark. 

I attempted to pack some more things, but my sister was at work and I didn't know what she planned on storing or keeping with her, so it was a short, fruitless effort. I opted to watch a movie. 

Nothing else of note really happened.

Entry 3: It started snowing today. Why the hell is it snowing? This question crossed my mind many times today while the apartment slowly filled with packed boxes that we could not move out. 

At some point we ran out of room and opted to play a video game. It was entertaining but I would like to get this crap done.

I also discovered today that my sister's chameleon is not very friendly. He also has an amazing grip. I now have little cuts on my thumb and wrist from his tiny, sharp claws.

Entry 4: It is still snowing. What the hell is going on in Texas? I am starting to lose track of how long I have been here. I know it hasn't even been a week, but it feels like I have been here for a month, just playing this damn game with my sister. I made her promise to get a moving van tomorrow so we could start moving stuff no matter the weather conditions. 

In the evening, I tried watching movies to get my mind off of how insanely bored I was. I watched four movies before finally falling asleep.

Entry 5: We have finally started moving stuff out of the apartment. My sister recruited two people to help us with the move. We got almost everything out with two trips. We can now finish the packing process and get the hell out of here.

Entry 6: Day 42... I mean day 6. I can't help but wonder if my sister even wants to move out of this stupid apartment. She is constantly getting herself side-tracked with stupid crap while I work. 

We had one load left to take in her husband's truck. We just needed to load it and go drop off the truck, with everything in it. It took me a half hour to convince her to just get it done tonight. We left 20 minutes before access hours were closed for the day at her storage unit. I packed the truck while she fucked around with random things that had nothing to do with the current task.

Entry 7: Today we finished cleaning the apartment and began loading the car. 

I discovered that there is no time to clean the windows in an apartment complex that isn't awkward. There will always be someone out there while you are cleaning the windows.

I also discovered that my sister wanted to bring more stuff with us than would feasibly fit with two dogs, two people, and a chameleon. It was a huge struggle to convince her to leave some of the boxes behind in storage. She constantly gave me the excuse of "I'm leaving for six months, I can't just leave everything." 

She didn't need to bring her entire wardrobe. 

After one, last trip with a full car of crap to the storage unit, I fell asleep on the floor.

Entry 8: This morning we made one, last trip to the storage facility. I'm tired of these last trips to this stupid place. If my sister would only have listened to me from the beginning, then we wouldn't have had to made this detour.

I still feel that the car is too full to comfortably fit all of us in it, but I at least know that the dogs will be able to move a little bit while we drive.

We also made it onto the road today. I was not aware that my sister had a tendency to fall asleep at the wheel if another person is taking a nap, as she failed to mention this until we were already on the road. I realized with great annoyance that we would have to stop at a hotel on our trip. There is little point in having two people that can drive on a trip like this if one person has to worry about the other falling asleep at the wheel.

My sister's husband called while I was driving. Her phone is connected via bluetooth to the radio so I had to listen to their conversation instead of music. Holy shit, they are annoying. They finish every sentence with "I love you." What the hell? Who does that? Talk about over use of a damn phrase. I seriously thought of reaching over and hanging up on him, but I did restrained myself.

When we reached I-5, we found a hotel. I had to help my sister unload the chameleon from the car to bring into the room we had rented. The dogs don't seem to be fans of King of the Hill and kept barking at the tv while it was on.

Entry 9: Today I woke up to my sister slamming an ash tray against the wall of our hotel room. She claims there were cockroaches, but I didn't see any. 

After loading the animals back into the car, we were off again.

We were lucky to not hit much traffic at all on this trip. When we hit Oregon, however, we discovered that the truckers there consisted of assholes that didn't look before merging. We almost got taken out many times by these people. 

We had to stop for gas shortly before Gaston. I had forgotten that Oregon does not have self-serve gas stations momentarily. Needless to say that I was a little disturbed when a shaggy old man started walking toward the car for a moment there. He was a nice fellow. 

The moment that we hit Washington, it was like hitting a wall. The stormy weather had come. My sister should have pulled over and let me drive at that point, but she opted to let me fear for my life on the last three hours of our trip.

I made it home at around 3:30 am. I am so happy to be home, sleeping in my own bed, petting my own dog, not having to worry about whether my sister is going to kill me after falling asleep at the wheel. It's quite nice to know that I survived this trip. 

It is also nice to know that I managed not to hit my sister over her laziness and stupidity.