* hi kids, do you like violence? *
Okay, so I thought I was about to walk into the wrong classroom this morning.
I came in through the double glass doors and entered the lobby and the computer lab is immediately ahead. There's this big glass door and window and as I was approaching, I caught sight of a man in a suit and I was like, "Whoa, that's not /my/ professor!" cos usually he dresses more casually than that. I was a little apprehensive- lol. I must have looked like a dork coming in here and staring at him like I had never seen him in my life, when really this is my fourth class.
April and I are meeting in the lobby after my class gets out. We're going to go to the Humane Society to work on our Public Relations project. We chose them as our non-profit organization.
That's where I got San-San from :c)
Yah, so anyway...
I have Writing for the Media tonight and I HATE that class. The teacher is scary looking and her behavior is scary, too- lol. She barely moves her mouth when she talks sometimes.
At least I don't have Advertising tonight- I can't even tell what that guy is saying half of the time. Can anyone believe that Advertising is my major here, and yet, my teacher doesn't know English (he thinks "specifical" is a word!) and this one class is my only Advertising course in the two years I will be here. How fucked up is that?
I just, randomly, out of nowhere, jumped out of my seat and asked the guy next to me to help me adjust my fucked up chair. We tried to for like, three seconds before we both realized I could just swap it with the other chair next to me. Some anti-social guy with a dumb voice sits there, so I don't really care if he goes without.
Yay- Katie is here now :c)
I wonder what we will be doing in Intro today. Maybe we will OPEN A FILE or something CRAZY like that. Oh my God, maybe we'll have to SAVE A FILE. DEAR GOD, THE HUMANITY.
I hope the instructor doesn't have my screen up on his little viewing monitor. He's got some machine that can show him what each person is doing while they are doing it, and if he doesn't like it, he can take over control of that machine and close it. All from a little podium. Scary, huh?
Anyway, back to my random thoughts about Writing for the Media; we had to buy a newspaper and it had to be both national and a weekday copy. That means I'd have to go purchase, say, The Boston Globe or The New York Times, but not a weekend paper, more like today's paper or some such thing.
Okay, well, get this...
I am too poor to buy a newspaper.
I don't know exactly when or how I got this poor, but I did.
I have one singular dollar bill in my pathetic, flat little wallet.
Ha- the chair kid is here.
HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, MOTHERFUCKER.
Wow, I have a lot of repressed anger I guess.
I just really want to be at home right now, even if that means getting a headache from listening to Ethan slamming a spoon on a pan. Even if that means listening to Beau snore until 2 p.m. Even if that means chasing the cats away from each other because they're attempting to kill one another by biting jugular veins. Even if that means doing laundry and dishes and sweeping the floors.
I just want to go home :c(
On Thursday I am gonna go to Dexter and get Whitney, provided I get money to fill the gas tank enough to do so. She's gonna surprise Mike this weekend with a late birthday present and I think that's cute :) I'm glad that SOMEBODY can be happy with Mike; I'm even more glad that somebody isn't me. I'm more than happy with Beau. I'm INCREDIBLY, TOTALLY, COMPLETELY happy. :cD
I MISS YOU RIGHT NOW, BEAU! <3 <3 <3
I love that man. :c)
I came in through the double glass doors and entered the lobby and the computer lab is immediately ahead. There's this big glass door and window and as I was approaching, I caught sight of a man in a suit and I was like, "Whoa, that's not /my/ professor!" cos usually he dresses more casually than that. I was a little apprehensive- lol. I must have looked like a dork coming in here and staring at him like I had never seen him in my life, when really this is my fourth class.
April and I are meeting in the lobby after my class gets out. We're going to go to the Humane Society to work on our Public Relations project. We chose them as our non-profit organization.
That's where I got San-San from :c)
Yah, so anyway...
I have Writing for the Media tonight and I HATE that class. The teacher is scary looking and her behavior is scary, too- lol. She barely moves her mouth when she talks sometimes.
At least I don't have Advertising tonight- I can't even tell what that guy is saying half of the time. Can anyone believe that Advertising is my major here, and yet, my teacher doesn't know English (he thinks "specifical" is a word!) and this one class is my only Advertising course in the two years I will be here. How fucked up is that?
I just, randomly, out of nowhere, jumped out of my seat and asked the guy next to me to help me adjust my fucked up chair. We tried to for like, three seconds before we both realized I could just swap it with the other chair next to me. Some anti-social guy with a dumb voice sits there, so I don't really care if he goes without.
Yay- Katie is here now :c)
I wonder what we will be doing in Intro today. Maybe we will OPEN A FILE or something CRAZY like that. Oh my God, maybe we'll have to SAVE A FILE. DEAR GOD, THE HUMANITY.
I hope the instructor doesn't have my screen up on his little viewing monitor. He's got some machine that can show him what each person is doing while they are doing it, and if he doesn't like it, he can take over control of that machine and close it. All from a little podium. Scary, huh?
Anyway, back to my random thoughts about Writing for the Media; we had to buy a newspaper and it had to be both national and a weekday copy. That means I'd have to go purchase, say, The Boston Globe or The New York Times, but not a weekend paper, more like today's paper or some such thing.
Okay, well, get this...
I am too poor to buy a newspaper.
I don't know exactly when or how I got this poor, but I did.
I have one singular dollar bill in my pathetic, flat little wallet.
Ha- the chair kid is here.
HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, MOTHERFUCKER.
Wow, I have a lot of repressed anger I guess.
I just really want to be at home right now, even if that means getting a headache from listening to Ethan slamming a spoon on a pan. Even if that means listening to Beau snore until 2 p.m. Even if that means chasing the cats away from each other because they're attempting to kill one another by biting jugular veins. Even if that means doing laundry and dishes and sweeping the floors.
I just want to go home :c(
On Thursday I am gonna go to Dexter and get Whitney, provided I get money to fill the gas tank enough to do so. She's gonna surprise Mike this weekend with a late birthday present and I think that's cute :) I'm glad that SOMEBODY can be happy with Mike; I'm even more glad that somebody isn't me. I'm more than happy with Beau. I'm INCREDIBLY, TOTALLY, COMPLETELY happy. :cD
I MISS YOU RIGHT NOW, BEAU! <3 <3 <3
I love that man. :c)