Foly Huckball
Talk about fucking up on a test. Wow. I believe I've just established an all-time record for Most Screwed-Up Chem I Test. EVER. The fact that I was in the hospital for several class periods does not wholly explain my lack of knowledge pertaining to the test I just blew directly out my ass. The sad thing is that I studied some, and I felt that I had a decent grasp on what was going on. I was a bit disappointed to find out, however, that while I thought I knew something, the test thought otherwise. And you know what? The test was right. Now, I get to study my happy little ass off to ace the final because I need to. Not that I'll be able to register for classes or anything, what with the $936 charge on my student account because the U decided to add my Cal class after I got my refunds back, the bastards. So now I have to come up with that money before I can register next semester. Luckily, if I get all the classes I want, I still won't be going after any really heavily contested classes, so I should get 'em all. This whole situation still pisses me off, though. It's my own fault, but I just wish I could go from one semester to the next without some major bullshit going on that might seemingly preclude me from registering for classes the following semester. It seems as if this has happened every semester. I'm already gonna be very far behind when/if I actually graduate, and this isn't helping. I wish I knew what is wrong with me.
On a less somber note, it's freaking storming here. A thunderstorm. In November. It should be snowing, not pouring rain. Global Warming, anyone? I don't know...maybe. It just sucks that we never get any snow around here. Watch...here in about 2 minutes, my roof will start leaking, capping off a perfect day. Shit. I guess that wasn't very much less somber, eh? Oh well...deal with it.
I've got a question...why do girls wear shirts with words or sayings across the chest and pants with words on the buttcheeks, then give the look-of-death whenever a guy reads their shirt or pants for five or ten minutes? This shit is ridiculous. "Don't stare at me!" they say. "You're creepy!" they scream. Geez...I'm only drooling a little bit. Get over yourself! I'm just playin about that, but really...when you wear something that says something, how can you be upset about somebody reading it? Whatever.
Yep...there goes the celiing. Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip. I love this house, but I hate the bullshit. Having to put a 5gsl cooler on the floor every time it rains hard is ridiculous, especially since the landlord seems incapable of finding and fixing the leak. Hey...I know that the house is over 100 years old, but an interior leak like this deserves some attention. And the power just browned out. This is shaping up to be a fun evening! [sic]
Why do we park in a driveway and drive on a parkway? Why is it called a building when it's already built? What does sour cream taste like when it goes bad...more sour? And why are condoms referred to as "birth control"? They don't prevent birth. Miscarriages and abortions prevent birth. Condoms prevent pregnancy. Yes, I will admit that by preventing pregnancy, concoms, by extension, prevent birth...but not directly. If you already have a birth impending, using a condom won't diffuse the situation. Sometimes I wonder about the English language. Really.
Well, it's 7:37pm. Time to find something else to do. This, of course, means that I'm hungry and out of stupid shit to put on here. Anyway, I'm done. I'm gone. Have fun with it.
WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO YOUR HOME ON WHORE ISLAND!!!
On a less somber note, it's freaking storming here. A thunderstorm. In November. It should be snowing, not pouring rain. Global Warming, anyone? I don't know...maybe. It just sucks that we never get any snow around here. Watch...here in about 2 minutes, my roof will start leaking, capping off a perfect day. Shit. I guess that wasn't very much less somber, eh? Oh well...deal with it.
I've got a question...why do girls wear shirts with words or sayings across the chest and pants with words on the buttcheeks, then give the look-of-death whenever a guy reads their shirt or pants for five or ten minutes? This shit is ridiculous. "Don't stare at me!" they say. "You're creepy!" they scream. Geez...I'm only drooling a little bit. Get over yourself! I'm just playin about that, but really...when you wear something that says something, how can you be upset about somebody reading it? Whatever.
Yep...there goes the celiing. Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip. I love this house, but I hate the bullshit. Having to put a 5gsl cooler on the floor every time it rains hard is ridiculous, especially since the landlord seems incapable of finding and fixing the leak. Hey...I know that the house is over 100 years old, but an interior leak like this deserves some attention. And the power just browned out. This is shaping up to be a fun evening! [sic]
Why do we park in a driveway and drive on a parkway? Why is it called a building when it's already built? What does sour cream taste like when it goes bad...more sour? And why are condoms referred to as "birth control"? They don't prevent birth. Miscarriages and abortions prevent birth. Condoms prevent pregnancy. Yes, I will admit that by preventing pregnancy, concoms, by extension, prevent birth...but not directly. If you already have a birth impending, using a condom won't diffuse the situation. Sometimes I wonder about the English language. Really.
Well, it's 7:37pm. Time to find something else to do. This, of course, means that I'm hungry and out of stupid shit to put on here. Anyway, I'm done. I'm gone. Have fun with it.
WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO YOUR HOME ON WHORE ISLAND!!!