i do the best imitation of myself
so.
today has kind of been 'ho-hum'-ish. i know you liked that.
what's new, people?
what's new with me, you ask?
i have no idea.
things are all starting to blend together, and it's a big pile of 'blah.' haha, that's the word for it. doesn't it make me sound intelligent? i think so.
i'm really glad that professors wait until the last week of classes to drop a big bomb of poo on your head. if i remember correctly, the syllabus did not state that 'for the last week of classes, you professor will drop a big bomb of poo on your head.' did anyone read that in their syllabus? hmm...sketchy.
well, i come home in t-minus 12 days and counting.
can i get a 'hell yeah!' for that?
i think it deserves one.
so, i come home the 15th, in the early afternoon. i know a lot of people won't be home yet, but if you are and you want to hang out...give me a call! i've already got plans with ang, but that's it. if you call me and say you want to hang out, we'll hang out. i don't turn people down from hanging out. that is LAME. haha.
oh, and for any of you madison kids...i might be coming to madison on like, the 16th or 17th, and staying for a couple of days. i'm visiting my friend megan (you should all be her friend, she's amazing) but i would love to hang out with you guys too! and this is not just because i got bitched at last time for being in madison and not calling anyone from ocon...i really want to hang out. so, if you need a break from studying or your exams, call me up! you know the number! we can have a grand old time together!
i don't know if anyone else is as excited for winter break as i am, but I. AM. PUMPED. i seriously can't wait. i want to hang out with everybody. not just some people, but EVERYBODY. because i love everybody. iiiiiiiiii looooooove eeeeeeeeeeveryboooody. wow. i actually don't love everybody...that was quite a large lie. but i love all of you! haha. i'm in kind of a weird mood right now, if you can't tell. whoopsies! i guess you'll just have to deal with it. or stop reading this...either way works out just fine for me.
do you know what really frustrates me?
when people tell me what my potential is. as if i'm an idiot, and as if they even know. like, i don't mean when my friends tell me what my 'potential' is, but i hate it when professors do. take my composition professor for example. i am taking her class because it's a graduation requirement, not necessarily because i wanted to. after the first paper i write, she proceeds to tell me that i have 'a magic pen' and that i should take upper division creative writing classes. UPPER DIVISION CRATIVE WRITING CLASSES. listen up, woman. first off, i happen to hate creative writing with a deep, flaming passion. secondly, don't tell me how amazing my writing is, because I DIDN'T EVEN TRY. that first paper took me maybe an hour total. including all these stupid drafts she has us write. i don't do drafts, p.s. that may have been the crappiest effort i've ever put into an actual paper. i hate that paper. we then have these 'conferences' with her, to 'see how we are doing' in the class. b to the oring. i get into this conference, and she starts telling me that i'm 'the best writer' she's seen in a long time, and that i 'have a gift' and that my paper got the highest grade out of any of her classes. she proceeds to tell me that i should SWITCH MY MAJOR TO CREATIVE WRITING. what?! fuck.that. i hate it, i hate it, i hate it. i even told her i hated it. she laughed. she laughed whe i told her i hated creative writing. who is this woman? i want to know. so she has had me do a 'more advanced' paper than the rest of the class everytime we write. she will not drop the fact that i hate creative writing. leave.me.alone. for serious, lady...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SMOKING? i think she's dilusional. don't even pretend that you know what i'm capable of. you don't know. but...'whateva!'
oh, if anyone wants a christmas present, please let me know. i'll make you something, or whatever. if you're getting me something, and don't know what to get me, then just give me hug or something. that's cool with me. oh! or get me a 'fun dip,' i loooove those. or bubbles. bubbles are ultra awesome. if you're getting me something and you don't tell me, you most likely won't get one in return. i refuse to play that guessing game this year. i'm a bit too poor for that. the clients aren't paying as well this time of year. if you don't tell me what you want, do you know what you'll end up getting? a hug. and maybe a card or a picture i colored for you out of a coloring book of mine. but hey, if you're cool with a hug, that's cool with me. i've got an unlimited supply of those.
who wants to go christmas shopping with me when they get home? everyone? great. i'm pumped.
umm...i think that we should all take ridiculous amounts of pictures together when we get home. that's just my feeling. why not? they're good memories.
i suppose i'm done rambling for now.
tootles, everyone.
(noodle)
that's for you, shawnna marie!
today has kind of been 'ho-hum'-ish. i know you liked that.
what's new, people?
what's new with me, you ask?
i have no idea.
things are all starting to blend together, and it's a big pile of 'blah.' haha, that's the word for it. doesn't it make me sound intelligent? i think so.
i'm really glad that professors wait until the last week of classes to drop a big bomb of poo on your head. if i remember correctly, the syllabus did not state that 'for the last week of classes, you professor will drop a big bomb of poo on your head.' did anyone read that in their syllabus? hmm...sketchy.
well, i come home in t-minus 12 days and counting.
can i get a 'hell yeah!' for that?
i think it deserves one.
so, i come home the 15th, in the early afternoon. i know a lot of people won't be home yet, but if you are and you want to hang out...give me a call! i've already got plans with ang, but that's it. if you call me and say you want to hang out, we'll hang out. i don't turn people down from hanging out. that is LAME. haha.
oh, and for any of you madison kids...i might be coming to madison on like, the 16th or 17th, and staying for a couple of days. i'm visiting my friend megan (you should all be her friend, she's amazing) but i would love to hang out with you guys too! and this is not just because i got bitched at last time for being in madison and not calling anyone from ocon...i really want to hang out. so, if you need a break from studying or your exams, call me up! you know the number! we can have a grand old time together!
i don't know if anyone else is as excited for winter break as i am, but I. AM. PUMPED. i seriously can't wait. i want to hang out with everybody. not just some people, but EVERYBODY. because i love everybody. iiiiiiiiii looooooove eeeeeeeeeeveryboooody. wow. i actually don't love everybody...that was quite a large lie. but i love all of you! haha. i'm in kind of a weird mood right now, if you can't tell. whoopsies! i guess you'll just have to deal with it. or stop reading this...either way works out just fine for me.
do you know what really frustrates me?
when people tell me what my potential is. as if i'm an idiot, and as if they even know. like, i don't mean when my friends tell me what my 'potential' is, but i hate it when professors do. take my composition professor for example. i am taking her class because it's a graduation requirement, not necessarily because i wanted to. after the first paper i write, she proceeds to tell me that i have 'a magic pen' and that i should take upper division creative writing classes. UPPER DIVISION CRATIVE WRITING CLASSES. listen up, woman. first off, i happen to hate creative writing with a deep, flaming passion. secondly, don't tell me how amazing my writing is, because I DIDN'T EVEN TRY. that first paper took me maybe an hour total. including all these stupid drafts she has us write. i don't do drafts, p.s. that may have been the crappiest effort i've ever put into an actual paper. i hate that paper. we then have these 'conferences' with her, to 'see how we are doing' in the class. b to the oring. i get into this conference, and she starts telling me that i'm 'the best writer' she's seen in a long time, and that i 'have a gift' and that my paper got the highest grade out of any of her classes. she proceeds to tell me that i should SWITCH MY MAJOR TO CREATIVE WRITING. what?! fuck.that. i hate it, i hate it, i hate it. i even told her i hated it. she laughed. she laughed whe i told her i hated creative writing. who is this woman? i want to know. so she has had me do a 'more advanced' paper than the rest of the class everytime we write. she will not drop the fact that i hate creative writing. leave.me.alone. for serious, lady...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SMOKING? i think she's dilusional. don't even pretend that you know what i'm capable of. you don't know. but...'whateva!'
oh, if anyone wants a christmas present, please let me know. i'll make you something, or whatever. if you're getting me something, and don't know what to get me, then just give me hug or something. that's cool with me. oh! or get me a 'fun dip,' i loooove those. or bubbles. bubbles are ultra awesome. if you're getting me something and you don't tell me, you most likely won't get one in return. i refuse to play that guessing game this year. i'm a bit too poor for that. the clients aren't paying as well this time of year. if you don't tell me what you want, do you know what you'll end up getting? a hug. and maybe a card or a picture i colored for you out of a coloring book of mine. but hey, if you're cool with a hug, that's cool with me. i've got an unlimited supply of those.
who wants to go christmas shopping with me when they get home? everyone? great. i'm pumped.
umm...i think that we should all take ridiculous amounts of pictures together when we get home. that's just my feeling. why not? they're good memories.
i suppose i'm done rambling for now.
tootles, everyone.
(noodle)
that's for you, shawnna marie!