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Ah so many things to address. So this morning, I wake up at about 10. Stretch my arms from the lovely rest I had. Then I remembered that I had a final at 1:30, grumbled, and instantly crumbled up into the fetal position. Its amazing how much more rested you feel when you don't think you have anything to do. But then I kicked myself for being such a baby and got up. I did some studying, bummed around, did some more studying, bummed around, and finally decided that I needed to look up the building that my final exam was in, because I somewhat remembered it being in a building I was unfamiliar with. So I got out my planner, turned to Friday the 16th, found it, read McDonnel 162, and above it read: Italian final, 1-3pm. What?!? 1!?!? Not 1:30?!?! And I turned to look at my clock. 12:37. You know the shot heard round the world? Well this was the fuck heard round the world. I flew out of my room, and into the bathroom. Steph offered to look up where McDonnel was and for that I thank her billions. I swear, that was the fastest shower I have ever taken. Lance Armstrong would have been impressed, and hes damn fast. Ran back to my room, 12:46. Dressed at lightening speed, blowdried my hair for 2 min (only actually takes me 3 min to blowdry it completely, but time was of the essence people! and since its freezing outside, I decided I really didn't want to show up to class with icicle hair!) and dashed out the door at 12:52. I sprinted to where McDonnel was, and found myself in uncharted territory. It was like one of those places that even though its daylight out, its still dark, and theres wind that blows at you from somewhere ahead. Kinda like this past Harry Potter movie when hes in the maze. ANYWAYS, I get to where it says McDonnel Hall, and theres two. TWO! Who puts two McDonnel Halls in the middle of death valley!??! Honestly. So I go in one door, where theres just like three elevators. But they're like big elevators, like for factories. Now I assume they use those to carry all the dead bodies that the criminals in Wash U Sibera kill, so I turn around and run into the other McDonnel. Theres only buildings in the 200's so I keep running, corner after corner I round and nothing. Then finally there is a sign, that says, McDonnel, 162 --> And I think yes, this is it. However, I follow the sign and come to a dead end. So I backtrack, and find a random door, walk through it, and I see a sign that says McDonnel Lecture hall. Well that must be it. And then I see it. The shining beacon of hope, a sign that says 162. I burst through the door with such a triuphant feeling that I feel I should dance or the people inside should be cheering for me. I've got cuts and bruises everywhere, my clothes are torn, and sweat and dirt are all over my face. However, they all just look at me, and Sforza gives me a look and I descend the stairs, and gives me my test and tells me to sit. Ah how I love that lady. Always tells me the right answers on tests if I ask. Shes so tiny too. Anyways, I sit down and begin to testify, and as the adrenaline wears off, pain comes on. From my uturus. Fuck you period, fuck you. In my mornings rush I had forgotton to take some advil, and now all I want is to swim in a pool of advil. Do the backstroke. However, with great willpower I stuck it out. Even went back and checked my answers! So I left, and said peace out italiano, and fuck you. Though I am signed up to take it next semester. BLAST! Its for my LA clutster, however, I could take Intro to Theatre production 2 to finish my LA. Which I might do. Although the first semester of it was completely useless and a waste of my life. But if Chris is teaching next semester, its a definate possibility. But anyways, on my way back I decided I was hungry and got onion rings. Of all the food in the world, my period says, eat shit that so bad for you that you'll want to kill yourself directly afterwards. Nice. But they're really good with BD bar-b-q sauce. Ahoh. And its not like I even got a burger with a side of onion rings. All I bought was a side of onion rings. There is absolutely no nutritional value here. I got onion rings for a meal. A MEAL. Oh well, I shall be home soon, and far away from BD. And that was my morning.
So the end of the semester always brings about change and new things. One change is that the boys who live across the hall from us are all moving out. THANK JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH. Those guys are the biggest douche-bags I have ever met in my life and I hate them and I hope they all die of alcohol poisoning in their frathouse.
I need to call my mom today. I haven't talked to her since, well, Sunday? Yea, sunday is right I believe, after my review, which went fine by the way. Though now they want us to clear out the studio completely, including our drawingboards, which weigh a ton, and for which I will be enlisting a roomie to help me carry it back to Wheeler. Whos the lucky roomie? Yea, I was gonna call my mom yesterday, but I ended up spending much of the day writing some bullshit paper and talking to people online and working.
Speaking of work, I stole a magazine from there yesterday. Well, stole is much to harsh a word. (You notice how thats how people talk? Harsh a word. Piece a paper. when the a should be of. Yet you get neither the o nor the f. Or maybe thats just the midwest. We'll see.) But yea, I borrowed it. I hadn't read it, and patrons had been reading it for most of the shift, so I decided to borrow it for the night. Whatever, I work tonight anyways, so I'll put it back today. Don't judge me, hoes. I close 3 times this week. You know how much that SUCKS!?!?! Cleaning the g.d. machines. F that. However, I got a raise. Now, instead of 5.75, I make 6.00. Be jealous mothafuckahs. As soon as I get a car, I will say, hey S40FC, fuck you S40FC. The job SUCKS. Whatever, I can do my homework and watch TV, so whatev.
Vid gave me a huge fucking Hefty One-Zip back full of this AMAZING Indian snack. SO DELISH. Though it smells kinda bad, so I don't think I will be eating it on the plane, unless the guy next to me turns out to be a huge douche. Though I am flying southwest, so you get to choose your own seat you know? So I plan to attempt to look as disgustig and unpleseant to sit next to as possible so that everyone passes up the seat next to me. Excellent plan Megan, excellent plan. How am I going to do it? No idea, I always look damn fine, its a hard life. (HA!) Maybe just pretend to stick my finger in my nose? And then wipe my "boogers" on the seat next to me. Yes, that should work. Either that or not wash from now on. Though I'm a shower addict so the latter seems thrown out already. I could pretend to be strung out, or add a little green to my face and tell people I hate flying while holding a brown bag close to my face. Fabulous.
This winter break I plan to finish Les Mis, as well as finally read Othello, and even Capitan Corelli's Mandolin. None of which are on the top 100 list, but they have been taunting me since their purchase last semester. I left them here over the summer because I'm dumb. I also plan to take home some of the other books I couldn't sell back to the bookstore. Which includes my calc 3 book. Damn calc 3. However, there are some good lit books, and they can be placed in the new bookshelves. WOOT.
Going shopping tomorrow. AMAZING. H&M opened up and I still haven't been there. So that should be fun. Anyways, I should get back to studying. Its almost 4 already, and I have to call my mom and I've got work from 6:30 - 9:15. Ballsac. FIRE!! And when I get home, I am introducing you all to my new favorite british music. I'm going to learn how to be Euro trash. And it will be AMAZING. Since I already look Russian, I might as well act the part.
So the end of the semester always brings about change and new things. One change is that the boys who live across the hall from us are all moving out. THANK JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH. Those guys are the biggest douche-bags I have ever met in my life and I hate them and I hope they all die of alcohol poisoning in their frathouse.
I need to call my mom today. I haven't talked to her since, well, Sunday? Yea, sunday is right I believe, after my review, which went fine by the way. Though now they want us to clear out the studio completely, including our drawingboards, which weigh a ton, and for which I will be enlisting a roomie to help me carry it back to Wheeler. Whos the lucky roomie? Yea, I was gonna call my mom yesterday, but I ended up spending much of the day writing some bullshit paper and talking to people online and working.
Speaking of work, I stole a magazine from there yesterday. Well, stole is much to harsh a word. (You notice how thats how people talk? Harsh a word. Piece a paper. when the a should be of. Yet you get neither the o nor the f. Or maybe thats just the midwest. We'll see.) But yea, I borrowed it. I hadn't read it, and patrons had been reading it for most of the shift, so I decided to borrow it for the night. Whatever, I work tonight anyways, so I'll put it back today. Don't judge me, hoes. I close 3 times this week. You know how much that SUCKS!?!?! Cleaning the g.d. machines. F that. However, I got a raise. Now, instead of 5.75, I make 6.00. Be jealous mothafuckahs. As soon as I get a car, I will say, hey S40FC, fuck you S40FC. The job SUCKS. Whatever, I can do my homework and watch TV, so whatev.
Vid gave me a huge fucking Hefty One-Zip back full of this AMAZING Indian snack. SO DELISH. Though it smells kinda bad, so I don't think I will be eating it on the plane, unless the guy next to me turns out to be a huge douche. Though I am flying southwest, so you get to choose your own seat you know? So I plan to attempt to look as disgustig and unpleseant to sit next to as possible so that everyone passes up the seat next to me. Excellent plan Megan, excellent plan. How am I going to do it? No idea, I always look damn fine, its a hard life. (HA!) Maybe just pretend to stick my finger in my nose? And then wipe my "boogers" on the seat next to me. Yes, that should work. Either that or not wash from now on. Though I'm a shower addict so the latter seems thrown out already. I could pretend to be strung out, or add a little green to my face and tell people I hate flying while holding a brown bag close to my face. Fabulous.
This winter break I plan to finish Les Mis, as well as finally read Othello, and even Capitan Corelli's Mandolin. None of which are on the top 100 list, but they have been taunting me since their purchase last semester. I left them here over the summer because I'm dumb. I also plan to take home some of the other books I couldn't sell back to the bookstore. Which includes my calc 3 book. Damn calc 3. However, there are some good lit books, and they can be placed in the new bookshelves. WOOT.
Going shopping tomorrow. AMAZING. H&M opened up and I still haven't been there. So that should be fun. Anyways, I should get back to studying. Its almost 4 already, and I have to call my mom and I've got work from 6:30 - 9:15. Ballsac. FIRE!! And when I get home, I am introducing you all to my new favorite british music. I'm going to learn how to be Euro trash. And it will be AMAZING. Since I already look Russian, I might as well act the part.