that john dever's full of shit
mick jagger told me the other day, "jess, you can't always get what you want. but if you try sometimes you just might find, you might find, you get what you need."
well then mick, according to you, I need alot of shitty things and apparently, some stuff that i really want isn't required.
thanks.
but let's assess this. This also comes from the man who has sympathy for the devil. yeah, i feel bad for the devil too. HE HAS JUST TOO MUCH WORK MAKING ME SO GODDAMN MISERABLE SOMETIMES.
aside: ramblings are strictly state-of-mind. end of aside.
so let's talk about people who can't handle life. #1 in my book (and I do have a book about it) is Dr. Bernie Cook. Jessica, you ask, what is he a doctor of? what did he write his dissertation about? oh-ho...let me tell you. Dr. Cook is a specialist in american violence in films after Vietnam. did you get that?? HE WROTE HIS DISSERTATION ON HORROR MOVIES. it wouldn't bother me if he were like a cool professor or anything, but since he's a stuffy, camelhair-wearing, benie-sporting, bald-headed, assface it kinda irks me.
so that's the first reason.
number two: he put me on academic probabtion from jcs. Awesome. no seriously, thanks. that's fucking perfect. remember that i when i sold my soul to john glavin (er, agreed to become a jcs), there was no GPA requirement. they made one last year, and it's steadily been rising. now it's .05 higher than what mine is. OH! .05!! I UNDERSTAND, DR. COOK. CLEARLY I NEED A TALKING TO IF I AM COMING IN .05 GRADE POINTS UNDER YOUR ARBITRARY BENCHMARK. THANK YOU FOR GUIDING ME. anyways, i thought i was grandfathered in with the, like, 3.2 or something. But no. my gpa clearly must be significantly higher. thank you for pushing me to my fullest potential sir.
number three: he doesn't respond to emails.
oh and lastly, he's married with a child and clearly a homosexual. I hate people who lie to themselves. (proof: he tells this story of how he went sailing once. and the guy they rented the sailboat from was chip. chip was a tall, brozed man with flowing blond hair and rippling muscles under his tanned skin. chip explained to a clearly aroused bernie cook where and where not his party could sail their sailboat. He likened handsome chip to the jcs program, guiding us through our four years at gtown. And he teaches english...that's not even a good fucking metaphor.)
oh, and I asked bernie cook to write my letter of recomendation for study abroad. clearly a mistake.
ok bye
well then mick, according to you, I need alot of shitty things and apparently, some stuff that i really want isn't required.
thanks.
but let's assess this. This also comes from the man who has sympathy for the devil. yeah, i feel bad for the devil too. HE HAS JUST TOO MUCH WORK MAKING ME SO GODDAMN MISERABLE SOMETIMES.
aside: ramblings are strictly state-of-mind. end of aside.
so let's talk about people who can't handle life. #1 in my book (and I do have a book about it) is Dr. Bernie Cook. Jessica, you ask, what is he a doctor of? what did he write his dissertation about? oh-ho...let me tell you. Dr. Cook is a specialist in american violence in films after Vietnam. did you get that?? HE WROTE HIS DISSERTATION ON HORROR MOVIES. it wouldn't bother me if he were like a cool professor or anything, but since he's a stuffy, camelhair-wearing, benie-sporting, bald-headed, assface it kinda irks me.
so that's the first reason.
number two: he put me on academic probabtion from jcs. Awesome. no seriously, thanks. that's fucking perfect. remember that i when i sold my soul to john glavin (er, agreed to become a jcs), there was no GPA requirement. they made one last year, and it's steadily been rising. now it's .05 higher than what mine is. OH! .05!! I UNDERSTAND, DR. COOK. CLEARLY I NEED A TALKING TO IF I AM COMING IN .05 GRADE POINTS UNDER YOUR ARBITRARY BENCHMARK. THANK YOU FOR GUIDING ME. anyways, i thought i was grandfathered in with the, like, 3.2 or something. But no. my gpa clearly must be significantly higher. thank you for pushing me to my fullest potential sir.
number three: he doesn't respond to emails.
oh and lastly, he's married with a child and clearly a homosexual. I hate people who lie to themselves. (proof: he tells this story of how he went sailing once. and the guy they rented the sailboat from was chip. chip was a tall, brozed man with flowing blond hair and rippling muscles under his tanned skin. chip explained to a clearly aroused bernie cook where and where not his party could sail their sailboat. He likened handsome chip to the jcs program, guiding us through our four years at gtown. And he teaches english...that's not even a good fucking metaphor.)
oh, and I asked bernie cook to write my letter of recomendation for study abroad. clearly a mistake.
ok bye