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THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL, I SEE IT.
I just finished my art term paper, my three precís, and I enjoyed them quite immensely. What the what. I wrote one on the power of movies and why Hollywood film is the most dominant and cross-culture-friendly medium, one on how/why fictitious characters have the ability to emotionally affect us (I LOVED THIS ONE SO HARD. AND I GOT TO BRING UP MY ATTACHMENT TO HOUSE. FOR POINTS. HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS THIS CLASS. and this paper, it was so interesting to delve into and I could have written a FUCK TON more if he didn't give me a limit, that bastard! Not really.), and one on what it means for a work to stand the test of time. I will probably post them at some point because I know stop_theworld expressed interest and I'm proud of them and also think they might be relevant to your interests and love of film or fandom. Now I have to completely bullshit an ~art experience report~ because I refused to go to the museum with Tyler on principle. And now it's 1am and artistic shit isn't open anymore lol. IT'S OKAY, I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING. And they're not even graded anyway, he just said if you don't do them, your grade goes down like half a letter. ~OOOOOH~. It will completely TORCH my solid A. Crying, CRYING!!1 Whatever, whateverrrr. As long as I don't fail, I don't give a shit.
Speaking of not giving a shit, Anthropology, those papers were ridiculous. I ended up doing the Leakey family and the pyramids at Giza for them and christ almighty that shit puts me to sleep. I. hate. Archaeology. With a burning passion. OH and grades, lmao. You know how I didn't do anything all semester? Well I turned in the first graded (there were two papers that were actually graded and there were other little random ones that just counted for attendance and participation) paper late the other day and she was like, "refresh my memory, why is this so late?" So I just played the honesty card. I'm not going to lie to her, and I feel like they get SO sick of watching kids spin yarn and make up excuses that it's refreshing to them to have someone actually admit and own up to the fact that they just didn't do it. I told her that I had no excuse, or not one that she'd find valid anyway, but I figured it was better late than never and that she could give me a zero if she wanted and I'd understand but I wanted her to have it either way because "who doesn't love a good read on the Leakey family anyway?" I told her I respected her decision and the fact that my paper was late was not a reflection on her at all. She said she'd grade it anyway and that it was a good paper. ♥ I love her so much, I just hate the subject and that makes me feel bad. Because it's not her fault. It's Pat's fucking fault. OH AND HOW PISSED WAS I. I took my "final" on Tuesday in that class and then we had to fill out professor evals and I didn't get to do one for each of them. I had to do a collective one. Which bothers me because they have each earned two completely different sets of marks, her getting fucking A's across the board and Pat getting like, C's and D's, ugh, fuck. We did get to write our comments on blank note cards so I said that I really wish she would have taken the floor more. :(
Chem final tomorrow - whatevs. I know how to use a calculator. LOL.
AND THEN I AM DONE, OKAY. I AM SO EXCITED. AND THEN GEMMA'S COMING, OKAY. I AM SO EXCITED. AND THEN IS THE HOUSE SEASON FINALE, OKAY. I AM SO EXCITED.
OH AND LMAO YOU GUYS YOU GUYS. I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO WRITE ABOUT THIS IN MY LAST ENTRY OF WIN. LOL MY FATHER? GOT A LETTER FROM JUDGE FUCKING JUDY. OKAY. SHE FUCKING SOUGHT HIM OUT BECAUSE OKAY. EARLIER IN THE YEAR, HE DID WORK FOR SOME GUY AND THIS GUY *TOTES* DID NOT PAY HIM. I AM PRETTY SURE HE OWES HIM A COUPLE THOUSAND. So my dad was pissed, yeah, but he was not fighting it very hard, you know? THEN HE GETS SOME RANDOM-ASS LETTER. JUDGE JUDY WANTS HIS CASE AND WANTS HIM TO HAVE AN EPISODE. LMAO LMAO SDLFJHSAJKLFH KSJLFH SAKJFHL SKDFHJL ASJKFASJKLHFASJKHFAS I'M DYING, IT KILLS ME SO BAD, AND IT'D KILL YOU EVEN HARDER IF YOU KNEW MY FATHER. OH MY GOD HE WOULD EAT THAT SHIT UP SO BAD.
I just finished my art term paper, my three precís, and I enjoyed them quite immensely. What the what. I wrote one on the power of movies and why Hollywood film is the most dominant and cross-culture-friendly medium, one on how/why fictitious characters have the ability to emotionally affect us (I LOVED THIS ONE SO HARD. AND I GOT TO BRING UP MY ATTACHMENT TO HOUSE. FOR POINTS. HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS THIS CLASS. and this paper, it was so interesting to delve into and I could have written a FUCK TON more if he didn't give me a limit, that bastard! Not really.), and one on what it means for a work to stand the test of time. I will probably post them at some point because I know stop_theworld expressed interest and I'm proud of them and also think they might be relevant to your interests and love of film or fandom. Now I have to completely bullshit an ~art experience report~ because I refused to go to the museum with Tyler on principle. And now it's 1am and artistic shit isn't open anymore lol. IT'S OKAY, I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING. And they're not even graded anyway, he just said if you don't do them, your grade goes down like half a letter. ~OOOOOH~. It will completely TORCH my solid A. Crying, CRYING!!1 Whatever, whateverrrr. As long as I don't fail, I don't give a shit.
Speaking of not giving a shit, Anthropology, those papers were ridiculous. I ended up doing the Leakey family and the pyramids at Giza for them and christ almighty that shit puts me to sleep. I. hate. Archaeology. With a burning passion. OH and grades, lmao. You know how I didn't do anything all semester? Well I turned in the first graded (there were two papers that were actually graded and there were other little random ones that just counted for attendance and participation) paper late the other day and she was like, "refresh my memory, why is this so late?" So I just played the honesty card. I'm not going to lie to her, and I feel like they get SO sick of watching kids spin yarn and make up excuses that it's refreshing to them to have someone actually admit and own up to the fact that they just didn't do it. I told her that I had no excuse, or not one that she'd find valid anyway, but I figured it was better late than never and that she could give me a zero if she wanted and I'd understand but I wanted her to have it either way because "who doesn't love a good read on the Leakey family anyway?" I told her I respected her decision and the fact that my paper was late was not a reflection on her at all. She said she'd grade it anyway and that it was a good paper. ♥ I love her so much, I just hate the subject and that makes me feel bad. Because it's not her fault. It's Pat's fucking fault. OH AND HOW PISSED WAS I. I took my "final" on Tuesday in that class and then we had to fill out professor evals and I didn't get to do one for each of them. I had to do a collective one. Which bothers me because they have each earned two completely different sets of marks, her getting fucking A's across the board and Pat getting like, C's and D's, ugh, fuck. We did get to write our comments on blank note cards so I said that I really wish she would have taken the floor more. :(
Chem final tomorrow - whatevs. I know how to use a calculator. LOL.
AND THEN I AM DONE, OKAY. I AM SO EXCITED. AND THEN GEMMA'S COMING, OKAY. I AM SO EXCITED. AND THEN IS THE HOUSE SEASON FINALE, OKAY. I AM SO EXCITED.
OH AND LMAO YOU GUYS YOU GUYS. I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO WRITE ABOUT THIS IN MY LAST ENTRY OF WIN. LOL MY FATHER? GOT A LETTER FROM JUDGE FUCKING JUDY. OKAY. SHE FUCKING SOUGHT HIM OUT BECAUSE OKAY. EARLIER IN THE YEAR, HE DID WORK FOR SOME GUY AND THIS GUY *TOTES* DID NOT PAY HIM. I AM PRETTY SURE HE OWES HIM A COUPLE THOUSAND. So my dad was pissed, yeah, but he was not fighting it very hard, you know? THEN HE GETS SOME RANDOM-ASS LETTER. JUDGE JUDY WANTS HIS CASE AND WANTS HIM TO HAVE AN EPISODE. LMAO LMAO SDLFJHSAJKLFH KSJLFH SAKJFHL SKDFHJL ASJKFASJKLHFASJKHFAS I'M DYING, IT KILLS ME SO BAD, AND IT'D KILL YOU EVEN HARDER IF YOU KNEW MY FATHER. OH MY GOD HE WOULD EAT THAT SHIT UP SO BAD.