Come on Irene
So apparently there’s a hurricane coming up to the east coast, and we’re all gonna die and I’m not supposed to go into school on Saturday for Spanish (oh what crime, how will I ever go on), and dad’s making us all pack away our shit into garbage bags because if we do survive this everything’s going to suck.
My brother’s more confused as to what it means for him commuting, since it’s his first week of college and now there’s a hurricane and of course CUNY doesn’t let us know what the fuck we’re supposed to do.
Natural Disasters are such a pain in the ass.
Needless to say, if there are 90 MPH winds blowing my Spanish Prof can kindly screw off. No matter how hot Rate My Professor says she is.
In other news, just finished Bonk by Mary Roach. I like her tone and style, but I mostly flipped through it because I was on the bottom of my book stack and they all needed to be returned by today. Maybe one day I’ll get back to it to read it throughly.
My brother’s more confused as to what it means for him commuting, since it’s his first week of college and now there’s a hurricane and of course CUNY doesn’t let us know what the fuck we’re supposed to do.
Natural Disasters are such a pain in the ass.
Needless to say, if there are 90 MPH winds blowing my Spanish Prof can kindly screw off. No matter how hot Rate My Professor says she is.
In other news, just finished Bonk by Mary Roach. I like her tone and style, but I mostly flipped through it because I was on the bottom of my book stack and they all needed to be returned by today. Maybe one day I’ll get back to it to read it throughly.