So far
Paisley Rekdal writes self-indulgent tripe.
I'm so over this; I hate my Wednesday routine. It's too stressful for such a fragile lad like myself. (Of course?!)
I have to write the lab report for my group this time. It sucks. I hate that it has to be this way. I realized what I don't like about my chem class(es).
The disorganization, and the poor prior planning, and the fact that it's mostly taught by some floundering TA's but mostly it's the poor planning. I need structure in my life, and these people seem to be the epitome of fly by the damned seat of their pants. It's blindingly aggravating.
Speaking of which.
I went on a 4 hour hunt for this terrible book that I'm trying to powehouse through, only to find out that the only place it could be found in the Mesa/Tempe area was at none other than the ASU bookstore.
This includes:
-Bookmans'
-Changing Hands
-Borders (Several)
-Barnes and Noble (Several)
-The Library
-Half-Priced Books
Damn. That's a lot.
I did a lot of driving and a lot of bitching.
I cannot wait until this day is finally done.
I wrote a poem I'm only semi-proud of, but I made it with the intent to please my audience; a bunch of pretentious assholes in an intermediate Poetry class at ASU. I suppose myself included, but damn, people are really needy when it comes to poetry. Needy and negative. Seems people can only see the bad.
Fuck. Fuckin' shit.
Time to BS a paper.
Love the people who deserve it!
(You know who you are, you bastards.)
I'm so over this; I hate my Wednesday routine. It's too stressful for such a fragile lad like myself. (Of course?!)
I have to write the lab report for my group this time. It sucks. I hate that it has to be this way. I realized what I don't like about my chem class(es).
The disorganization, and the poor prior planning, and the fact that it's mostly taught by some floundering TA's but mostly it's the poor planning. I need structure in my life, and these people seem to be the epitome of fly by the damned seat of their pants. It's blindingly aggravating.
Speaking of which.
I went on a 4 hour hunt for this terrible book that I'm trying to powehouse through, only to find out that the only place it could be found in the Mesa/Tempe area was at none other than the ASU bookstore.
This includes:
-Bookmans'
-Changing Hands
-Borders (Several)
-Barnes and Noble (Several)
-The Library
-Half-Priced Books
Damn. That's a lot.
I did a lot of driving and a lot of bitching.
I cannot wait until this day is finally done.
I wrote a poem I'm only semi-proud of, but I made it with the intent to please my audience; a bunch of pretentious assholes in an intermediate Poetry class at ASU. I suppose myself included, but damn, people are really needy when it comes to poetry. Needy and negative. Seems people can only see the bad.
Fuck. Fuckin' shit.
Time to BS a paper.
Love the people who deserve it!
(You know who you are, you bastards.)