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i started college and so far it is boring. the only uplifting part is that my sociology teacher has a british accent and i just love listening to her talk and pretending that i'm at hogwarts.
there's this guy in my philosophy class who i just want to punch in the mouth. i hate people like him. he's all eager to share stories about himself to the class to try and impress everyone. like we were playing an icebreaker game. "raise your hand if..."
and one of the questions was "raise your hand if you've ever eaten something alive." and the guy was like "yeah.... i totally dropped acid and got lost in the woods ... and i ate like 30 different bugs."
and then one of the questions was "raise your hand if you've been attacked by a wild animal." and he said "yeah .... my friend and i totally got bum rushed by this one buck.. it broke a couple of my friends ribs.. i kicked it and it ran away.."
um, the question isn't who has FRIENDS who have gotten attacked by wild animals. GOD! and even if it was him who broke ribs in the incident, i don't give a rats ass. i hate people. it's okay if you raise your hand, and if the teacher asks you you say "i got attacked by a goose," or something, but don't try and outdo and impress everyone else because it makes me absolutely sick.
and then he'll go up to the teacher after class and be like, "do you know anything about metaphysics? who in the philosophy department can i talk to about alternate realities?" and i just cry. i want to murder him and all people like him.
anyway i must venture forth to my mother's house this eve. not really but i'm dropping tessa and zach off at culvers. so they can go there.
p.s. edward and i have -$39 in the bank and we have no idea how it happened. by our calculations we should have about $120. we really should have more but we are impulse spenders and eat out almost everyday. we have now vowed to save at least $350 a month. but i doubt that it will happen because we've made similar vows before.
there's this guy in my philosophy class who i just want to punch in the mouth. i hate people like him. he's all eager to share stories about himself to the class to try and impress everyone. like we were playing an icebreaker game. "raise your hand if..."
and one of the questions was "raise your hand if you've ever eaten something alive." and the guy was like "yeah.... i totally dropped acid and got lost in the woods ... and i ate like 30 different bugs."
and then one of the questions was "raise your hand if you've been attacked by a wild animal." and he said "yeah .... my friend and i totally got bum rushed by this one buck.. it broke a couple of my friends ribs.. i kicked it and it ran away.."
um, the question isn't who has FRIENDS who have gotten attacked by wild animals. GOD! and even if it was him who broke ribs in the incident, i don't give a rats ass. i hate people. it's okay if you raise your hand, and if the teacher asks you you say "i got attacked by a goose," or something, but don't try and outdo and impress everyone else because it makes me absolutely sick.
and then he'll go up to the teacher after class and be like, "do you know anything about metaphysics? who in the philosophy department can i talk to about alternate realities?" and i just cry. i want to murder him and all people like him.
anyway i must venture forth to my mother's house this eve. not really but i'm dropping tessa and zach off at culvers. so they can go there.
p.s. edward and i have -$39 in the bank and we have no idea how it happened. by our calculations we should have about $120. we really should have more but we are impulse spenders and eat out almost everyday. we have now vowed to save at least $350 a month. but i doubt that it will happen because we've made similar vows before.