Thanksgiving break is almost here. For those of you in college (probably all/most of you), that means that AHHHH OH MY GOD NO MORE WORK. Unfortunately, this break only occurs after being tested by all your classes. Then, when you get back, there are more tests almost immediately.
Bring it on, bitches.
I got my calculus test back today, and I managed to get a 96, which is my highest test grade so far. In your face, professor P____. I should probably mention that the only reason I'm talking about this is because my calculus professor is ridiculously nitpicky and determined to make the class feel bad for daring to take her as freshmen.
I think I'm the only sophomore in the class, which doesn't make me feel any better.
Something heard from class:
Student: I don't know why you marked this problem incorrect...
Professor: Those equal signs look more like colons, and that's faulty notation.
Student: I never took anatomy so I don't know.
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Favorite thing all day. Put me in a pretty good mood.
When I got back from class, a bunch of uninteresting things happened. So I'll skip those.
Long story short, we got dragged to a GSA meeting. Gay-Straight Alliance, God Sucks Ass, Gays Shall be Aborted and Guys So Anal are a few of its many names.
The meeting was basically a bunch of puffed-up nonsense that accomplished nothing. Yay. Waste of 50 minutes of my life. Egos were stroked, etc. There was a lot of ego-stroking going on, by the way. Nothing but the best for the GAY-ASS-AY.
On a completely unrelated note, I didn't cite my references in my last paper. Whoops. Also, refrigerators are indeed cold. And up is the opposite of down.
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Right about now, I'm downtown in MoeJoe's. The famous coffee shop I visit every day. And the rest of downtown is an absolute mess. There's this rally to save some decrepit movie theater that closed, and every family, couple, mascot, and forlorn prostitute is walking around yelling 'SAVE THE ASTRO TRIPLE!!" Fancy.
People gathered in large groups is usually a bad experience. Something about being surrounded by drunkards gives the average moron the power to do anything, like fall over on random strangers, scream obscenities, make rude hand gestures, and proposition any average Joelle for random sex.
And because I look like a harmless little nerd, people think it's fun to antagonize me. So, that means that this person is not only an asshole, but a judgmental asshole. And I am NOT harmless. Next drunk girl that falls on me will meet a swift kick in the uterus with a hair-yanking follow-up. Fuck.
I think I'll end this post here before any more crap evolves from it. Also, I have a message to my new reader-people:
I'll be waiting at the bottom floor of the library with open arms and legs. Be there.
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Haha. I *wish* there had been some random prostitutes around here. I'm tired of the random choir girls and bartenders and mud-children.
You don't seem very enthused today. I'll chalk that up to bad sex. When will you give up on Johnathon, and realize that the only times he can be passionate are when he can order busy steaks with his other busy business companions, while writing busy sentences on busy paper in busy official leather folders of busy? Your butt hasn't been very busy at all lately. You didn't stand a chance.
You can come visit your muse any time you want. I'll be on Khoa's bed organsming over Beatrix, waiting patiently.
I wasn't feeling this post like your other ones. Is something wrong? Pick of the pep again. I've loved the rest of your stuff.
Have a better sex day tomorrow. Bye
haha assholes are assholes, and BTW coming from someone who has been kicked in the uterus, it doesn't really hurt that much, try a punch to the boobs. It hurts waaayyy more.
Wow, your Calculus teacher sounds a lot like my old one, her best quote to date "If you didn't get 100 percent, then you must not have done everything right." No shit.
From the viewpoint that my life is boring, sometimes I wish we had some good old protesting here, or perhaps I hang with a mellower crowd since I have yet to get kicked in the uterus.
I love your posts, Craigy, especially the hilariously unexpected ways you end them.
Though I don't understand why you came to the exec meeting anyway. You hardly go to CGSA as it is and you don't even like most of the people there.
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