my those quiet eyes become ya

Jan 10, 2007 10:56

This morning I woke up with THE most redic. hair ever. Then I tryed to put it back and it just went wackier.

my hair was so nice in London.

I'm not really sure what happened yesterday, but I'm pretty sure I have several mental breakdowns in the span of 2 hours when I remembered how much I hated Prof. Janzen when I sat down in his Synoptic Gospels Class. I have not hated/loved something so much at the same time. This will be an uphill fight of Modern Biblical Interpretation proportions (ie: no fun) - PLUS I HAVE TO DO A PRESENTATION AND I DONT WANNA. But I have 4th year Religious Studies major friends who can help me out with that. But still.

I was very pleased yesterday to discover that the lovely Breanne Pearce was in my Anthro Of Language class, because then together we could make fun of our 52 year old prof that sweats, spits and sports a pony tail (but hes bald....you do the math)

pez break - -- - fuck. I forgot how much I LOVED pez.

I have THE most cracked out prof for Origin and Development of Urbanism, but he makes up for it by being one of the greatest prof's around...he might be my new idol..right after Paula Abdul.

Contemorary Islam was a waste of time. I spent the whole class figuring out how to spell Contemorary, because in typical Yousif style, he did nothing but talk and did not lecture. gotta love it.

I had a chocolate bar and cheese snack before Roman so, that balanced out the fact that Kaari forced me to switch chairs with her and make me sit in my not normal spot - I was very thrown off.

And Synoptics. I, I can't even talk about it right now.

I'm going to do my homework, yo.
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