There are fourteen more opportunities left for me to die of heatstroke while walking to school. Place your bets now. If this much-anticipated event occurs, I would like somebody to find out who decided that students don't get bus passes for summer semester and nail my corpse to their office door. Thanks in advance.

I loathe this class with a passion. It's pretty sad when a professor can make me loathe the class that is actually also my major. I really rue the fact that I had to take this class in the evening during the summer with a sadistic old douche, but all the other classes I needed were full up. What a waste. Kind of like I ended up wasting a ( Read more... )

I notice it started saying "highest honors" on it last semester.

SUCK IT, LIFE.

My new ambition is to be a Shakespearean actor. I love this shit. CALIBAN.

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On a half related note, I want to get my hands on this. The French language is really asserting itself in my psyche this spring. So yeah, I'm taking French next semester so I can someday read all this eerily compelling thought that's popping up in its ( Read more... )

Lecturing strangers is annoying. I'm sorry if you were disturbed by the fact that some kid wearing earbuds got smushed by a train, but that doesn't give you the prerogative to lecture me about wearing earbuds in the line for the ATM. A train is not going to bust into the building, and, if it does, earbuds will be the least of anyone's worries. ( Read more... )

OMFG! Who got an A in math?! Who's got another semester of straight A's?! I'll tell you who! Oh, wait, you know already! HAHAHAHA.

Sorry. I'm too amused by my own ability to actually succeed at stuff in my life for once.

This was meant to be posted on Friday, but net crapped out and I had to leave for the weekend ( Read more... )