I don't know what makes your face implode
Things:
-We had our first Psychology test last Thursday. We had the full class time of one hour and fifteen minutes to take it, about I got through it pretty quickly. Like, really quickly. I wasn't even trying to rush, I just didn't need to spend time debating the answers because I felt good about what I was putting down. So anyway, I was the first one done and checked the clock when I got into the hallway and figured that I took a 53 question test in 20 minutes, 25 minutes at most. Honestly? I was epic pleased with myself. I talked to the teacher after class on Tuesday because I couldn't find my grade online, and she told me that I, along with one other student in another class, got a perfect score. She said she's never had a student get a perfect score on any exam she's given, and now two students did it at once. (And, the teacher said, this was a test she had to curve a lot in grading. My reaction: srsly?) So to sum up: YAY GO ME! Actually I'm a little perturbed by scoring 100% because I've set the bar too high for myself now; I know what I'm capable of and if I score anything less than perfect I'm going to be mad at myself. Also I have to find out who this other student is who scored a perfect grade and DESTROY HIM/HER.
-More adventures in community college: When I was leaving psych. the other week, I glimpsed the keychain of the girl next to me. It read: "I support the two party system... Party on Friday and Party on Saturday." It reminded me of when I was in 9th or 10th grade and in the cafeteria I overheard this girl from my year exclaim to a friend, "I can't wait to get drunk this weekend!" That whole attitude makes me sad, but especially when I encounter it from someone who's college-aged, although I suppose that kind of mindset intensifies -- or at least is culturally expected and encouraged to intensify -- at that age. (I was fortunate -- and smart -- enough to a attend a frat-less college, thank God). Then on the way to my car, I walked by a boy talking to another boy, and the former said "DUDE! We were RIPPING on this one kid in my Urban Studies class, this fuckin' GOOFY-lookin' kid, he sits right next to..." and then I walked out of earshot. I must have been dead inside that day because this didn't really upset me emotionally, but it was a thorn in my mind for the rest of the day. To think that college-aged students are still making fun of kids, that people who are 18, 19, 20 years old are picking on their peers, and that kids that age are getting picked on, in what is supposed to be a college setting of all places, is infuriating and pathetic. I wanted to interput this guy and tell him to grow the fuck up already, I wanted to be rude and fearless enough to do that. But by the time the whole thing processed in my brain is was too late anyway. When I got to my car I played the Smiths entirely too loud and rolled down my window even though it was cold out so that "The Boy with the Thorn in His Side" could spill out to declare my car a "NO DOUCHEBAGGERY ZONE."
-Okay, so I feel there is no way for me to bring this up without feeling like an undeserving ass in some way, but: ...*cough*... Someone is buying my family a house. I feel weird about it because I do make an issue about coming from a family with little money, yet I'm aware that I get a lot of things I want. I don't work and my family has little cash, but my mom will buy me concert tickets on her credit card if I really want them. So anyway, yeah I'm a jerk. But the deal with this house is that my mom has a friend who goes by the moniker Big Dave. He own a few successful gardening stores and has money, and is apparently very generous with said money. According to my mom, he floats a lot of his friends and employees, like loaning them cars and giving them money and stuff. He knows my family's sad story, about my dad being ill, and he gives my mom money sometimes to help us out. He's the guy who's paying to lease the car for my brother Geoff and me (it was his idea), he bought a used car for my brother who works for him, he found my same brother a house for him and his girlfriend to live in relatively cheap (they pay the rent themselves). And now he's buying us a house. Buying. In cash. It staggers my mind. I think this was his idea, too, not my mom's (I don't see how my mom could have asked for such a favor, plus Big Dave thinks we live in the ghetto). He brought in the "for sales" ads for my mom to look at, and they've been looking around the last few months. There was one house she liked but the people wouldn't come down enough on their price, and a week ago my mom toured one home and fell in love and ta-da, we'll be moving in in a few weeks.
I've seen this house twice and, to be honest, I'm in love with it too. It has such a good feeling, a good layout. It's a beatiful home and I really think my mom deserves a nice house finally. My family has lived in our current home, built in the 1920s, for 30 years. It has one bathroom. No shower. One closet that hasn't had the coats moved out of it since 1983. And honestly, the only way we're going to get out of my quickly-deteriorating town is through an act of God, which this very well might be. Plus I was looking through the small bookshelf of the woman who used to live there (she died, her home completely decorated with nice stuff from the '60s) and she had a hardcover edition of Charles Grodin's memoir, It Would Be So Nice If You Weren't Here: My Journey Through Show Business. DUDE SHE OWNED A BOOK BY CHARLES GRODIN! I didn't even know he wrote a book! Tell me this isn't a sign that we are supposed to live there and that she would approve. Anyway, there will more on this house business later as I move for the first time in my life.
-The second season of Doctor Who came in from the library earlier in the week. "No, hang on... Sorry, that's The Lion King." ROFLMAO ILU DOCTOR WHO!!!
-TMBG are going to be on Late Night with Conan O'Brien for the last time tonight (because Conan will take over The Tonight Show in a few weeks). I would have totally forgotten about it if not for the newsletter they sent out, which made me lol with this line: "TMBG have appeared on Conan more than ANY OTHER ROCK BAND. Ponder that, you much more successful bands!"
-Hands up, who wants this shirt:
lol pouchy old Paul. STOP DYING YOUR HAIR.
-We had our first Psychology test last Thursday. We had the full class time of one hour and fifteen minutes to take it, about I got through it pretty quickly. Like, really quickly. I wasn't even trying to rush, I just didn't need to spend time debating the answers because I felt good about what I was putting down. So anyway, I was the first one done and checked the clock when I got into the hallway and figured that I took a 53 question test in 20 minutes, 25 minutes at most. Honestly? I was epic pleased with myself. I talked to the teacher after class on Tuesday because I couldn't find my grade online, and she told me that I, along with one other student in another class, got a perfect score. She said she's never had a student get a perfect score on any exam she's given, and now two students did it at once. (And, the teacher said, this was a test she had to curve a lot in grading. My reaction: srsly?) So to sum up: YAY GO ME! Actually I'm a little perturbed by scoring 100% because I've set the bar too high for myself now; I know what I'm capable of and if I score anything less than perfect I'm going to be mad at myself. Also I have to find out who this other student is who scored a perfect grade and DESTROY HIM/HER.
-More adventures in community college: When I was leaving psych. the other week, I glimpsed the keychain of the girl next to me. It read: "I support the two party system... Party on Friday and Party on Saturday." It reminded me of when I was in 9th or 10th grade and in the cafeteria I overheard this girl from my year exclaim to a friend, "I can't wait to get drunk this weekend!" That whole attitude makes me sad, but especially when I encounter it from someone who's college-aged, although I suppose that kind of mindset intensifies -- or at least is culturally expected and encouraged to intensify -- at that age. (I was fortunate -- and smart -- enough to a attend a frat-less college, thank God). Then on the way to my car, I walked by a boy talking to another boy, and the former said "DUDE! We were RIPPING on this one kid in my Urban Studies class, this fuckin' GOOFY-lookin' kid, he sits right next to..." and then I walked out of earshot. I must have been dead inside that day because this didn't really upset me emotionally, but it was a thorn in my mind for the rest of the day. To think that college-aged students are still making fun of kids, that people who are 18, 19, 20 years old are picking on their peers, and that kids that age are getting picked on, in what is supposed to be a college setting of all places, is infuriating and pathetic. I wanted to interput this guy and tell him to grow the fuck up already, I wanted to be rude and fearless enough to do that. But by the time the whole thing processed in my brain is was too late anyway. When I got to my car I played the Smiths entirely too loud and rolled down my window even though it was cold out so that "The Boy with the Thorn in His Side" could spill out to declare my car a "NO DOUCHEBAGGERY ZONE."
-Okay, so I feel there is no way for me to bring this up without feeling like an undeserving ass in some way, but: ...*cough*... Someone is buying my family a house. I feel weird about it because I do make an issue about coming from a family with little money, yet I'm aware that I get a lot of things I want. I don't work and my family has little cash, but my mom will buy me concert tickets on her credit card if I really want them. So anyway, yeah I'm a jerk. But the deal with this house is that my mom has a friend who goes by the moniker Big Dave. He own a few successful gardening stores and has money, and is apparently very generous with said money. According to my mom, he floats a lot of his friends and employees, like loaning them cars and giving them money and stuff. He knows my family's sad story, about my dad being ill, and he gives my mom money sometimes to help us out. He's the guy who's paying to lease the car for my brother Geoff and me (it was his idea), he bought a used car for my brother who works for him, he found my same brother a house for him and his girlfriend to live in relatively cheap (they pay the rent themselves). And now he's buying us a house. Buying. In cash. It staggers my mind. I think this was his idea, too, not my mom's (I don't see how my mom could have asked for such a favor, plus Big Dave thinks we live in the ghetto). He brought in the "for sales" ads for my mom to look at, and they've been looking around the last few months. There was one house she liked but the people wouldn't come down enough on their price, and a week ago my mom toured one home and fell in love and ta-da, we'll be moving in in a few weeks.
I've seen this house twice and, to be honest, I'm in love with it too. It has such a good feeling, a good layout. It's a beatiful home and I really think my mom deserves a nice house finally. My family has lived in our current home, built in the 1920s, for 30 years. It has one bathroom. No shower. One closet that hasn't had the coats moved out of it since 1983. And honestly, the only way we're going to get out of my quickly-deteriorating town is through an act of God, which this very well might be. Plus I was looking through the small bookshelf of the woman who used to live there (she died, her home completely decorated with nice stuff from the '60s) and she had a hardcover edition of Charles Grodin's memoir, It Would Be So Nice If You Weren't Here: My Journey Through Show Business. DUDE SHE OWNED A BOOK BY CHARLES GRODIN! I didn't even know he wrote a book! Tell me this isn't a sign that we are supposed to live there and that she would approve. Anyway, there will more on this house business later as I move for the first time in my life.
-The second season of Doctor Who came in from the library earlier in the week. "No, hang on... Sorry, that's The Lion King." ROFLMAO ILU DOCTOR WHO!!!
-TMBG are going to be on Late Night with Conan O'Brien for the last time tonight (because Conan will take over The Tonight Show in a few weeks). I would have totally forgotten about it if not for the newsletter they sent out, which made me lol with this line: "TMBG have appeared on Conan more than ANY OTHER ROCK BAND. Ponder that, you much more successful bands!"
-Hands up, who wants this shirt:
lol pouchy old Paul. STOP DYING YOUR HAIR.