I have returned, bow to me. (or at least get on your knees for me)
Yes version 2.0, welcome it.
Yes, I got tired of the old bullshit on my last journal, stuff that was just old that I didn't know how to archive and it's just mindless bullshit that was mostly bitching about co-workers. Well here's the update, I don't have a job so I can't bitch about co-workers, however I'm at college and there is a whole slew of shit I can bitch about, not to mention, when it isn't crunch time, I'll have a ton of time to post because here at the wonderfull Rochester Institute of Technology, on friday all the nerdy professors go home and play on their Xbox's or hack the FBI mainframe.So campus closes down, and I'm left to... well... masturbate.
Anywho enough of that nice talk.
I'm not even going to get into RIT in general right now, the one thing I am going to say is, if you're a high schooler and you're reading this, go to a college that is on a semester system, NOT QUARTERLY.
I figure that it take a lot to piss me off, I tolerate a lot. I mean, you basically have to smack me with a two by four to get me pissed off, otherwise I don't care. It's not the Mosquito that bothers me, it's the bear knawing on my arm. For the most part, people in general are mosquitos, and my fucking projects for school tend to be the bears.
It's getting to be that time of the quarter where it's crunch time, so it doesn't take as much to piss me off. Not to mention, it's november, it's starting to get cold in Rochester... and people are complaining... it's New York, what do you expect? I promise, it will snow. Everyone around here is like "aw!!! it's snowing"... I'm thinking to myself, they're getting upset because of a little ground cover? my god... wait until the end of december, they're gonna shoot themselves. Which is fine by my standards... for most of them I'd like to help them out with it. It's that one person that when you walk into class and is bitching about the weather... and they are dressed like in a t-shirt and shorts. But they like sit behind you sniffling throughout class. I seriously want to rip that t-shirt off them stick it up one nostril and pull it out the other one and do a wishy wash deal to it.
It's strategically placed sniffles too... I mean, when I'm like actually paying attention... let's set up a scenario here... the hot teacher says... (BTW, this would never happen, there are no hot instructors here)
"Tomorrows assignment is that I want you to write a paper on blowjobs and the benefits ofsome sexual activity in your lifestyle"
What Don hears due to ass clown with sniffles:
"Tomorrows assignment, *Sniffle* I wnat you to write a paper on *sniffle* jobs and the benefits of some *sniffle* activity in your lifestyle"
...again, this is hypothetical, this would never happen for the hot teacher factor.. but the rest... that's 100% accurate. ....Stupid bastards.
AH yes... Love the feeling of being more pissed off about my thoughts after I get my feelings out in this damn journal. *AHHHHhhhhhh*
Yes, I got tired of the old bullshit on my last journal, stuff that was just old that I didn't know how to archive and it's just mindless bullshit that was mostly bitching about co-workers. Well here's the update, I don't have a job so I can't bitch about co-workers, however I'm at college and there is a whole slew of shit I can bitch about, not to mention, when it isn't crunch time, I'll have a ton of time to post because here at the wonderfull Rochester Institute of Technology, on friday all the nerdy professors go home and play on their Xbox's or hack the FBI mainframe.So campus closes down, and I'm left to... well... masturbate.
Anywho enough of that nice talk.
I'm not even going to get into RIT in general right now, the one thing I am going to say is, if you're a high schooler and you're reading this, go to a college that is on a semester system, NOT QUARTERLY.
I figure that it take a lot to piss me off, I tolerate a lot. I mean, you basically have to smack me with a two by four to get me pissed off, otherwise I don't care. It's not the Mosquito that bothers me, it's the bear knawing on my arm. For the most part, people in general are mosquitos, and my fucking projects for school tend to be the bears.
It's getting to be that time of the quarter where it's crunch time, so it doesn't take as much to piss me off. Not to mention, it's november, it's starting to get cold in Rochester... and people are complaining... it's New York, what do you expect? I promise, it will snow. Everyone around here is like "aw!!! it's snowing"... I'm thinking to myself, they're getting upset because of a little ground cover? my god... wait until the end of december, they're gonna shoot themselves. Which is fine by my standards... for most of them I'd like to help them out with it. It's that one person that when you walk into class and is bitching about the weather... and they are dressed like in a t-shirt and shorts. But they like sit behind you sniffling throughout class. I seriously want to rip that t-shirt off them stick it up one nostril and pull it out the other one and do a wishy wash deal to it.
It's strategically placed sniffles too... I mean, when I'm like actually paying attention... let's set up a scenario here... the hot teacher says... (BTW, this would never happen, there are no hot instructors here)
"Tomorrows assignment is that I want you to write a paper on blowjobs and the benefits ofsome sexual activity in your lifestyle"
What Don hears due to ass clown with sniffles:
"Tomorrows assignment, *Sniffle* I wnat you to write a paper on *sniffle* jobs and the benefits of some *sniffle* activity in your lifestyle"
...again, this is hypothetical, this would never happen for the hot teacher factor.. but the rest... that's 100% accurate. ....Stupid bastards.
AH yes... Love the feeling of being more pissed off about my thoughts after I get my feelings out in this damn journal. *AHHHHhhhhhh*