Irrational and Somewhat Random Pet Peeve
Cars with super-tinted windows annoy me. Some tint is okay, but when they are like practically black, I wonder what are these people trying to hide? If I were a cop, I'd randomly pull people will really tinted windows over. "Hi there, I wanted to see what you've got going on inside there."
You know what doesn't annoy me? The song Bad to the Bone. I found it on an old mixed CD, and I've been playing it as I drive around town, giggling with delight. Because I am bad. (B-b-b-b-b-bad.)
All of my tests are done now. I just have a paper to finish. Hopefully things went well. I already know I got an A on my micro final. He hasn't posted the curve yet, but I have a 92% even without it. The ACS chemistry exam was . . . alarming. Because I have no clue how I did. It was one of those tests that was hard to tell. So we'll see. Medieval lit. was fine. Just really long. It was six essay questions, which is some intense writing.
It always amazes me how much people have the ability to write. Just pages and pages of stuff. I don't know how they had time. All my answers were one side of a piece of notebook paper each, and that was some frantic (but exquisite) writing. It reminds me of european history in high school. All of our tests were one essay question that you would write on as extensively as possible. At the end of the period, people would have upwards of 12 or 13 pages written. It seemed like a contest, almost, who could produce the most verbose essay. I was never in the running with my 3-4 pages. I have absolutely no idea what they wrote about. I think by the 7th or 8th page I'd be talking about what I got for Christmas from my grandparents last year. And that has little to do with the French Revolution. Nor is it political, though I think it could be argued that it is both social and economic.
I wanna be yours pretty baby. Yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell you honey, that I'm bad to the bone.
You know what doesn't annoy me? The song Bad to the Bone. I found it on an old mixed CD, and I've been playing it as I drive around town, giggling with delight. Because I am bad. (B-b-b-b-b-bad.)
All of my tests are done now. I just have a paper to finish. Hopefully things went well. I already know I got an A on my micro final. He hasn't posted the curve yet, but I have a 92% even without it. The ACS chemistry exam was . . . alarming. Because I have no clue how I did. It was one of those tests that was hard to tell. So we'll see. Medieval lit. was fine. Just really long. It was six essay questions, which is some intense writing.
It always amazes me how much people have the ability to write. Just pages and pages of stuff. I don't know how they had time. All my answers were one side of a piece of notebook paper each, and that was some frantic (but exquisite) writing. It reminds me of european history in high school. All of our tests were one essay question that you would write on as extensively as possible. At the end of the period, people would have upwards of 12 or 13 pages written. It seemed like a contest, almost, who could produce the most verbose essay. I was never in the running with my 3-4 pages. I have absolutely no idea what they wrote about. I think by the 7th or 8th page I'd be talking about what I got for Christmas from my grandparents last year. And that has little to do with the French Revolution. Nor is it political, though I think it could be argued that it is both social and economic.
I wanna be yours pretty baby. Yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell you honey, that I'm bad to the bone.