put down your fucking hand
Hurrggh almost done, internets. One in-class exam, one actual class, two exams and then undergrad is complete, and holy shit will that be nice. It's been like a mental marathon and I can see the finish line. And that finish line includes: sleeping in, time to write hopefully not-ridiculous novel about ghosts, getting sweet job that includes no actual work.
I'm actually hoping to get into the golf course early this year. I've worked the snack bar there before, and at the beginning and end of the season, you pretty much do nothing all day. ie. I could study for my exams while pulling in money. This seems like a good plan to me.
When was the last time I talked about Europe? Oh, well: it's actually happening. July 28 - Aug 28. Dublin, Edinburgh, London, Paris, Amsterdam, Munich, Rome, Florence. I have been assured, to the degree that I salivate even now, that I will be swimming in alcohol pretty much from the moment I land on that continent. One of my cousin's friends suggested that he start a blog while we're there entitled: "What's Zack Throwing Up Today?"
Related to that: do any of you internetters know where I could get a good messenger bag to take with me? I need something that has a main compartment that zips so that the incredibly skilled European pickpockets I assume to be constantly roaming the streets eyeing up stupid Canadian tourists cannot get my shit without great difficulty. I have found about 80 websites for messenger bags, but they either: do not offer a zipper on the main pocket OR are actually bags that old ladies would carry around. Help me, skilled internet shoppers. You are my only hope.
I realized recently that I got some serious hate-on for a number of the students in my classes this semester. There's always one student in every class that asks inane, useless questions that would be far better suited for the break or after class, but they just cannot wait and so the prof will indulge them. UT students have a real boner for intellectual circlejerking in classes and pretending it's "discussion" so profs tend to let them go wild. Oftentimes, it only bugs me in about one class per semester, as the rest of the time they are drowned out by astute comments by others who actually know shit. But there's at least one person I can recognize on sight in all five this semester. I know exactly what they look like, I have drawn them in increasingly elaborate comic versions throughout the margins of my notebooks spewing HURR DURR in a series of bizarre fonts. Girl with blonde ponytail, Victor (aka That White Guy), Front Seaters who like Storytime with Professor Oldguy, the Dreaded Mature Student, and Guy With Unironic Red Cowboy hat: know that I hate you with impotent passion, expressed via an internet journal.
I'm actually hoping to get into the golf course early this year. I've worked the snack bar there before, and at the beginning and end of the season, you pretty much do nothing all day. ie. I could study for my exams while pulling in money. This seems like a good plan to me.
When was the last time I talked about Europe? Oh, well: it's actually happening. July 28 - Aug 28. Dublin, Edinburgh, London, Paris, Amsterdam, Munich, Rome, Florence. I have been assured, to the degree that I salivate even now, that I will be swimming in alcohol pretty much from the moment I land on that continent. One of my cousin's friends suggested that he start a blog while we're there entitled: "What's Zack Throwing Up Today?"
Related to that: do any of you internetters know where I could get a good messenger bag to take with me? I need something that has a main compartment that zips so that the incredibly skilled European pickpockets I assume to be constantly roaming the streets eyeing up stupid Canadian tourists cannot get my shit without great difficulty. I have found about 80 websites for messenger bags, but they either: do not offer a zipper on the main pocket OR are actually bags that old ladies would carry around. Help me, skilled internet shoppers. You are my only hope.
I realized recently that I got some serious hate-on for a number of the students in my classes this semester. There's always one student in every class that asks inane, useless questions that would be far better suited for the break or after class, but they just cannot wait and so the prof will indulge them. UT students have a real boner for intellectual circlejerking in classes and pretending it's "discussion" so profs tend to let them go wild. Oftentimes, it only bugs me in about one class per semester, as the rest of the time they are drowned out by astute comments by others who actually know shit. But there's at least one person I can recognize on sight in all five this semester. I know exactly what they look like, I have drawn them in increasingly elaborate comic versions throughout the margins of my notebooks spewing HURR DURR in a series of bizarre fonts. Girl with blonde ponytail, Victor (aka That White Guy), Front Seaters who like Storytime with Professor Oldguy, the Dreaded Mature Student, and Guy With Unironic Red Cowboy hat: know that I hate you with impotent passion, expressed via an internet journal.