Unexpected Entry
So, my English class was cancelled today and I have none of my work for tomorrow with me so I figured I would update Le Livejournal. If you didn't read that with a French accent then shame on YOU!
I feel like I am in a glass case of emotion right now. I don't know if I made Mock Trial or not, but I'm feeling like it's going to be a "no", considering they said they would inform us on Monday, and it is now Tuesday. Also, I don't feel like my tryout stood out very well. To be completely honest with myself... and whoever reads this I guess, I think that I did the best I could have done given the information that I was given to prepare with. And if I didn't get it, then the best I could've done wasn't good enough, which means that my being on the team would have presented me with some unrealistic expectations, which are never fun. So let it be as it will be. But that doesn't mean I won't be pissed off and sullen if I don't get it. I just want to know!!! Is that so much to ask? Tell me no! Tell me yes! Just tell me! I think that I have some sort of disorder in which I absolutely long to be informed at all times. Oh well. I think everyone feels this way about things that they care about, but I just feel the need to tell everyone how I'm feeling all the time. Too bad for you people who are my friends. But it's your fault. You're the ones who claim me. Mwahahahaha! (I love you.)
When my class was cancelled a few of us stood outside the room and talked about English and how great it was to be an English major and also how much it sucks. We don't make sense. That's why they call us creative. They say that we are creative when what they really mean is that no one can understand what the hell we mean. It's convenient for me. I find people praising my creativity all the time. Only by being an English major can my speaking in code and babbling about "isms" and writing in sentence fragments be considered crativity and not insanity. The irregular placement of ellipses is called genius.
So we hovered outside the door like people who were football stars in high school and still wear their letter jackets even though they are nobody's in college. We don't know where to go... how to adjust to the absense of English class. (Yea that's right, I know you were checking out my hott elipses)
Astronomy has me thrown for a loop half the time.
Partying just ain't the same without my homies. I guess I am just a creature of habit. Hey, all those people that ever suggested "branching out" and "seeing other people": I don't want to. My idea of a party is crawling on the floor with Sarah, chugging Long Island with DJ and running away while Jeff chases me with monkey noises. I don't care what that says about me. I can't find anything better. I don't want to.
Football recruitment= fun times for Lynzi. I go to the football game with an athletic, submissive, gorgeous young man, get as many cokes and hot dogs as we want, the guy I'm with knows as much about the game as I do, and is willing to talk to me about it for the entire time, plus, we get to stare at Danny Ware from five feet away while he does warm up stretches. It is like the perfect date except without any commitment or emotions. Well, maybe there would be commitment and emotions if that wasn't against NCAA regulations. I mean... nevermind. Hey, what can I say? Everyone has their weakness.
18 hours of class is nutz.
My faculty mentor rocks. "Yea, that's like when you run into your students while stumbling down Broad smelling of Scotch after having one too many drinks." Oh, yes. She is that grand.
Water bra= Greatest invention of this century. No, I mean really.
Dove chocolates are totally produced purely for the purpose of encouraging people to get it on. Just read the messages inside. It will make you question their intentions. Hell, it may even make you question what you're doing with your life.
Just to let everyone know, before the game on Saturday, Jesus was crucified in front of Tate. To anyone who is religious, I surely hope that you don't think that these types of manipulative, shock inducing tactics will convert people to Christianity. As someone who jives with Lennon, "Love is my religion", I just want to say that all that the craziness on gameday served to do was scare the shit out of me and make me question the sanity, as well as the morality of all those involved. In short... what is wrong with you people? Plus, any church that gets people to march up and down Sanford with signs that say "Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve" is ridiculous. They need to quit reading the bible for a second and take some advice from TI... "I don't fake and I don't hate." Come on people.
On a lighter note, I like playing Banjo Kazooie. I don't care if it was intended for 10 year olds. It is a modern masterpiece of color and sound. Who can beat the sound the Mumbo's Magic tokens make? If you know what I'm talking about, say it to yourself. Join in the magic. "Eek um Poke um" Ohhhh Yesssss.
Well, it's about time for me to get back to real life. I hope you enjoyed my banter as much as I enjoy all of you. If I know you that is. If you are a Livejournal stalker, I do not enjoy you. Unless you're really cool and I haven't met you yet. Then you should introduce yourself, silly! And you should also find out who Sarah Bellamy is and give her a big hug and tell her it's from me.
I feel like I am in a glass case of emotion right now. I don't know if I made Mock Trial or not, but I'm feeling like it's going to be a "no", considering they said they would inform us on Monday, and it is now Tuesday. Also, I don't feel like my tryout stood out very well. To be completely honest with myself... and whoever reads this I guess, I think that I did the best I could have done given the information that I was given to prepare with. And if I didn't get it, then the best I could've done wasn't good enough, which means that my being on the team would have presented me with some unrealistic expectations, which are never fun. So let it be as it will be. But that doesn't mean I won't be pissed off and sullen if I don't get it. I just want to know!!! Is that so much to ask? Tell me no! Tell me yes! Just tell me! I think that I have some sort of disorder in which I absolutely long to be informed at all times. Oh well. I think everyone feels this way about things that they care about, but I just feel the need to tell everyone how I'm feeling all the time. Too bad for you people who are my friends. But it's your fault. You're the ones who claim me. Mwahahahaha! (I love you.)
When my class was cancelled a few of us stood outside the room and talked about English and how great it was to be an English major and also how much it sucks. We don't make sense. That's why they call us creative. They say that we are creative when what they really mean is that no one can understand what the hell we mean. It's convenient for me. I find people praising my creativity all the time. Only by being an English major can my speaking in code and babbling about "isms" and writing in sentence fragments be considered crativity and not insanity. The irregular placement of ellipses is called genius.
So we hovered outside the door like people who were football stars in high school and still wear their letter jackets even though they are nobody's in college. We don't know where to go... how to adjust to the absense of English class. (Yea that's right, I know you were checking out my hott elipses)
Astronomy has me thrown for a loop half the time.
Partying just ain't the same without my homies. I guess I am just a creature of habit. Hey, all those people that ever suggested "branching out" and "seeing other people": I don't want to. My idea of a party is crawling on the floor with Sarah, chugging Long Island with DJ and running away while Jeff chases me with monkey noises. I don't care what that says about me. I can't find anything better. I don't want to.
Football recruitment= fun times for Lynzi. I go to the football game with an athletic, submissive, gorgeous young man, get as many cokes and hot dogs as we want, the guy I'm with knows as much about the game as I do, and is willing to talk to me about it for the entire time, plus, we get to stare at Danny Ware from five feet away while he does warm up stretches. It is like the perfect date except without any commitment or emotions. Well, maybe there would be commitment and emotions if that wasn't against NCAA regulations. I mean... nevermind. Hey, what can I say? Everyone has their weakness.
18 hours of class is nutz.
My faculty mentor rocks. "Yea, that's like when you run into your students while stumbling down Broad smelling of Scotch after having one too many drinks." Oh, yes. She is that grand.
Water bra= Greatest invention of this century. No, I mean really.
Dove chocolates are totally produced purely for the purpose of encouraging people to get it on. Just read the messages inside. It will make you question their intentions. Hell, it may even make you question what you're doing with your life.
Just to let everyone know, before the game on Saturday, Jesus was crucified in front of Tate. To anyone who is religious, I surely hope that you don't think that these types of manipulative, shock inducing tactics will convert people to Christianity. As someone who jives with Lennon, "Love is my religion", I just want to say that all that the craziness on gameday served to do was scare the shit out of me and make me question the sanity, as well as the morality of all those involved. In short... what is wrong with you people? Plus, any church that gets people to march up and down Sanford with signs that say "Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve" is ridiculous. They need to quit reading the bible for a second and take some advice from TI... "I don't fake and I don't hate." Come on people.
On a lighter note, I like playing Banjo Kazooie. I don't care if it was intended for 10 year olds. It is a modern masterpiece of color and sound. Who can beat the sound the Mumbo's Magic tokens make? If you know what I'm talking about, say it to yourself. Join in the magic. "Eek um Poke um" Ohhhh Yesssss.
Well, it's about time for me to get back to real life. I hope you enjoyed my banter as much as I enjoy all of you. If I know you that is. If you are a Livejournal stalker, I do not enjoy you. Unless you're really cool and I haven't met you yet. Then you should introduce yourself, silly! And you should also find out who Sarah Bellamy is and give her a big hug and tell her it's from me.