Jan 28, 2006 20:18
Oh, man. I'd totally promised myself that I'd use today to Get Things Done, but obviously I haven't done anything beyond watching the Food Network and going to the Salvation Army. OH LORD THE HOMEWORK.
We're doing an egg drop in ID, and we can use everything up to and including one sheet of mildly stiff paper. No glue, no nuffink. From 11 ft. I'm gonna wind up making a parachute because I am a TARD. I also have to mix a fuckload of paint, and then there's drawing, and I have to write a short story for Monday about my birth, and what? What what? MY PROFESSOR WRITES LIKE I DO:
The goal is to make the story of your birthday as hyperreal as you can. That means you can employ real events (as told to you by those who were there) and fake events that make the story BETTER; they can help evoke the TIME and help describe YOU.
We are ONE in the CAPSLOCK. HA HA HA HA HA. OH SHIT, YOU GUYS, I LOVE COLLEGE.
EDIT: Why is my computer not recognizing my fuckin Solomon Burke CD? WHYWHYWHY. Woe is VERY clearly ME.