sabocchatta

Apr 20, 2004 23:47

I can't believed I skipped class today. I kinda feel bad about it, but I just really didn't want to go. Stuart England (1603-1702) is actually pretty fun, and Professor Levack has a great sense of humor, but the class meets so damn early (11:00am is early for me ^_^). I remember this one time in History of Witchcraft (which I had with the same professor) when this jackass burst in the door and yelled for everyone to boycott class because of 9-11. Professor Levack didn't get pissed off or anything, but I get the feeling that he wanted to scream, "Get the hell outta here, cocksucker!" (although that "cocksucker" part was probably just my rampant imagination), and the only reason he didn't actually chew the guy out was because he knew he'd get fired. If I were in his position, I would've shot the guy in the foot or thrown a shuriken at him, thinking all the while, "Fuck you, I've got tenure!" There's just some forms of rudeness I can't excuse.

Anyway, about my playing hookey. The other class I skipped was Modern China. I like that class too, but Professor Zanasi has kind of a screw loose. She actually screwed up the schedule and gave us one extra class day. x.x She jumps around so much during the lecture that trying to follow her train of thought gives me a headache. (This is especially bad because I'm already tired from Stuart England.) I got a lot of sleep and had a lot of fun on my day off, so I guess it goes to show that sometimes it really is better not to go to class.

Later, my fiancee (that's right, he proposed ^_^) and I are going to go sit out on our the patio of our crappy apartment and drink daquiris. You know, my apartment may not be an expensive slum 5 minutes away from campus, but I really like it. No bugs, no rats (except the two I have as pets) and only the occasional drunk guy. I absolutely fucking hate my neighbors, though. Their kid will play outside until like 9pm at night, screaming at the top of her lungs, crashing her little toy bike thing against the wall of my apartment and throwing stuff at my window. Despite the neighbors' hellspawn, though, I like my apartment. It's so much fun just to sit and talk with him. Sometimes when I try to talk to him about things that are important to me he'll give me some goofy BS answer, like he hasn't had time to think of a real answer and he's just stalling, but most of the time he'll give me a good, well-thought out response. I don't mean to be so critical, but sometimes it can be really irritating. Still, it's just something he does, so I've accepted it. ^_^
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