(11) don't really care
when i said that i wanted an easy semester, i never thought of the possibility that it might be too easy. while sitting in my theory of evolution class, i realized that my professor thinks that she is teaching to a group of prepubescent middle schoolers with shit for brains. at first i listened patiently while she asked inane questions and explained them--using easy-to-understand words for those who might fall behind mind you--and in doing so, i think my iq dropped a good 20 points. see? i don't even know if you would label your iq as 'points.' i also noticed that she frequently looked at me and gave me little nods/smiles as if encouraging me to participate in the discussion of survival of the fittest. if the conversation had been intelligent or even interesting, i wouldn't be so snobby about it now, but again, i felt like i was in a middle school classroom that had never heard of darwin before stepping into the classroom. i suppose i should have been tipped off about this class when she made us fill out one of those fucked surveys that asks you why you took the class and what you expect to learn. the class ended with me pointedly turning away in the middle of one of her nod/smiles and staring out the window. i just may have a friend in her.
somewhere in the middle of today, i wrote myself a note. well, not so much a note as a reminder of sorts. as i read over it now it all seems so horribly cliche and cheesy. i was going to post it here, but just changed my mind, so nevermind that.
my ex-roommate julie came over today to do some laundry as well as take me by the walmart for some quick, painless shopping. forty bucks in the hole. forty bucks that i didn't have. i wrote a check for it. hopefully that one won't come back to haunt me. if i hadn't gotten so cocky about money while turning in my film, i wouldn't have had to spend 16 bucks on pictures.
i have misplaced fifteen dollars somewhere. i thought i left it on my desk while i went home so that it wouldn't get spent, but here i am staring at my fifteen dollar-less desk anyway. megan made her way into my room while i was gone, and for that you can guess my reaction. if only i didn't know it was completely uncharacteristic of her to steal anything, i would probably return the favor like the spiteful little thing that i am. i'm thinking either one of her friends ventured in and had a lucky day, or i'm an idiot who took the money with me last minute. since i don't like to relish in my own idiocy, i'll lean towards the former for now.
i downloaded new music today. i'm in love. i gave bright eyes a try again, but listening to conor makes me want to rip my eyeballs out. the man can't sing. true that it has worked to his advantage in some of his songs(lover i don't have to love), but some of them make my ears bleed. it's a very sad thing since i like his lyrics. i can always fall back on eels. ♥
somewhere in the middle of today, i wrote myself a note. well, not so much a note as a reminder of sorts. as i read over it now it all seems so horribly cliche and cheesy. i was going to post it here, but just changed my mind, so nevermind that.
my ex-roommate julie came over today to do some laundry as well as take me by the walmart for some quick, painless shopping. forty bucks in the hole. forty bucks that i didn't have. i wrote a check for it. hopefully that one won't come back to haunt me. if i hadn't gotten so cocky about money while turning in my film, i wouldn't have had to spend 16 bucks on pictures.
i have misplaced fifteen dollars somewhere. i thought i left it on my desk while i went home so that it wouldn't get spent, but here i am staring at my fifteen dollar-less desk anyway. megan made her way into my room while i was gone, and for that you can guess my reaction. if only i didn't know it was completely uncharacteristic of her to steal anything, i would probably return the favor like the spiteful little thing that i am. i'm thinking either one of her friends ventured in and had a lucky day, or i'm an idiot who took the money with me last minute. since i don't like to relish in my own idiocy, i'll lean towards the former for now.
i downloaded new music today. i'm in love. i gave bright eyes a try again, but listening to conor makes me want to rip my eyeballs out. the man can't sing. true that it has worked to his advantage in some of his songs(lover i don't have to love), but some of them make my ears bleed. it's a very sad thing since i like his lyrics. i can always fall back on eels. ♥