"SHUT THE FUCK UP, FATASS. YOU'RE FAT!"
Ian and Corey are, in and of themselves, condensed mayhem.
I feel like a fatass because I ate a huge cheeseburger today, but it's not so much a self-image thing as an indigestion thing. Literally, it's causing me to feel like a fatass.
That being said, I straight up failed my art history midterm with like a 47. I was really hoping for at least a D. I mean, am I aiming too high here? She was nice enough to offer us an extra credit assignment on John Waters, with his cleverly timed exhibition at UAB... 2 pages on it. KATHY. YOU OWE ME FOR GETTING YOU INTO THE LAB AND FOR NOT CALLING ME TO LET ME KNOW CLASS WAS STARTING LATE TODAY. HELP ME. YOU LOVE THIS SHIT. It's due Thursday. Anyways, yeah. I totally could've slept in this morning but my professor failed to actually inform anyone that our 9:30 class wasn't starting until 11 today.
Okay, so... I should probably be drawing things. I should probably be looking up information on John Waters, but that whole procrastonation thing is kicking in. Shit. My dad is gonna fucking kill me if I fail this class. I JUST WANT A C. A 70 WILL DO, I JUST NEED A C.
So if anyone has anything to say about Mr. Waters that may be helpful, now is the time.
Today's UAB Is So Fucking Shady moment:
Okay, I'm sitting in the HUB right? Or is it the HUC? Whichever one is in the art building. Fuck acronyms. Anyways, I'm in there on my laptop being all quiet and shit like I always am, but I overhear some guy talking to some girl he's friends with and the conversation goes something like this:
Girl: You're having a baby?
Guy: Well I'M not having it, but I helped MAKE it. I mean, I'm not going to be raising it anyways. But I do hope I can get a picture of the sonogram so I can make a stencil out of it.
At this point, I bust out laughing, then go on to ask what the fuck kind of conversation this is. I am then informed that his friend wanted a baby, but did not like guys. They mutually agreed, bluntly, to fuck, making him a sperm donor so that she could have a baby, no strings attached. And I guess he gets his fetus-stencil.
I feel like a fatass because I ate a huge cheeseburger today, but it's not so much a self-image thing as an indigestion thing. Literally, it's causing me to feel like a fatass.
That being said, I straight up failed my art history midterm with like a 47. I was really hoping for at least a D. I mean, am I aiming too high here? She was nice enough to offer us an extra credit assignment on John Waters, with his cleverly timed exhibition at UAB... 2 pages on it. KATHY. YOU OWE ME FOR GETTING YOU INTO THE LAB AND FOR NOT CALLING ME TO LET ME KNOW CLASS WAS STARTING LATE TODAY. HELP ME. YOU LOVE THIS SHIT. It's due Thursday. Anyways, yeah. I totally could've slept in this morning but my professor failed to actually inform anyone that our 9:30 class wasn't starting until 11 today.
Okay, so... I should probably be drawing things. I should probably be looking up information on John Waters, but that whole procrastonation thing is kicking in. Shit. My dad is gonna fucking kill me if I fail this class. I JUST WANT A C. A 70 WILL DO, I JUST NEED A C.
So if anyone has anything to say about Mr. Waters that may be helpful, now is the time.
Today's UAB Is So Fucking Shady moment:
Okay, I'm sitting in the HUB right? Or is it the HUC? Whichever one is in the art building. Fuck acronyms. Anyways, I'm in there on my laptop being all quiet and shit like I always am, but I overhear some guy talking to some girl he's friends with and the conversation goes something like this:
Girl: You're having a baby?
Guy: Well I'M not having it, but I helped MAKE it. I mean, I'm not going to be raising it anyways. But I do hope I can get a picture of the sonogram so I can make a stencil out of it.
At this point, I bust out laughing, then go on to ask what the fuck kind of conversation this is. I am then informed that his friend wanted a baby, but did not like guys. They mutually agreed, bluntly, to fuck, making him a sperm donor so that she could have a baby, no strings attached. And I guess he gets his fetus-stencil.