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Das Verschwinden des Josef
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by Olivier Guez

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Friday

16

November

2007

Describe “factor analysis”

Oh damn, I hate when I close my blog window before saving the entry! I really do love to do as much as possible from out of my bed, or in my bed actually. I guess having to be outside in every kind of weather for stupid job, makes you really appreciate your own bed even more. I am trying to prepare for exam. This one is a big and tough one. All about factor analysis, cluster analysis, and everything God has forbidden. So boring to study for it, and even harder to get it all into the head. I have to remind myself, that dumber people than I am, have passed it. Why shouldnt I? Ok, I could come up with a dozen reasons now.

I am still thinking about alterations to the crochet turtles. I made a keychain yesterday, with the keyring attached to the tail, in the end. I tried attaching it to the head first, looked not good. What do you think? Click here. Obviously its for brother, as it sais nerd on its shell! 😳

Better get back to my lovely formulas. 🙄

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