where are they who were once so glad to be alive
I've got an idea:
How about, instead of building a GINORMOUS health center around here, we build a modest but servicable health center and some more PARKING LOTS!
Parking has been ridiculous this week. This morning, I drove around campus for more than 20 minutes trying to find a spot. I ended up lucking out and finding one in front of Kerr, but I had no idea where I was in relation to my class, AND I was already 15 minutes late, so it was kinda pointless anyway. Jeff Crilley, the Fox 4 guy, was our guest speaker. Maybe he offered up some good journalistic advice in the first 20 minutes or so; all I heard was a few anecdotes... something about Oprah. Adam was there, maybe he absorbed more than I did.
So then I came back to the V and did some 11th hour studying for the partial retake for Brit Lit. And I aced it. I ACED the motherfucker. Now my test grade should be somewhere in the ballpark of an 85.
More baseball (huzzah). Houston beat Atlanta 9-3, Yankees beat the Twins in extra innings (bah), and Aneheim and Boston are tied right now.
If I see you sometime in the next few days, and if you try to say something to me, and I respond with a loud "WHHHHAT?!" don't worry, I'm not trying out my new impersonation of Lil' Jon; we had a tornado drill tonight that had to have lasted for ten minutes or so, and the alarm is right above my door. As loud as it is, it left a distinct ringing sound in my ears, which has yet to completely go away.
There's nothing left for the rest of the week, all I can do now is prepare for the two tests I have next week... ah, forget it.
I gotta get my oil in my car changed and a haircut when I get back to Greenville on Friday. Both are long overdue. Now THERE'S something I can post a picture of: my hair after I get it cut.
If I remember to take my camera back home with me.
OH, I got a letter from my grandmother (the slightly senile one, not the smart one that lives in Georgia). It was basically a bunch of rambling; the last line said, and I quote, "Mark, you are such a sweet boy or man."
Make your own joke about that.
I smell better than ever.
myveryownladle: is british lit one of those annoying "required" classes?
mightymoocher: eh, kinda... it gets my 'humanities' credit out of the way
mightymoocher: humanity should bow before me
myveryownladle: what, so you can do it in the butt?
mightymoocher: different kind of bowing
mightymoocher: more like groveling, actually
mightymoocher: so it can give me a blowjob
>mark
How about, instead of building a GINORMOUS health center around here, we build a modest but servicable health center and some more PARKING LOTS!
Parking has been ridiculous this week. This morning, I drove around campus for more than 20 minutes trying to find a spot. I ended up lucking out and finding one in front of Kerr, but I had no idea where I was in relation to my class, AND I was already 15 minutes late, so it was kinda pointless anyway. Jeff Crilley, the Fox 4 guy, was our guest speaker. Maybe he offered up some good journalistic advice in the first 20 minutes or so; all I heard was a few anecdotes... something about Oprah. Adam was there, maybe he absorbed more than I did.
So then I came back to the V and did some 11th hour studying for the partial retake for Brit Lit. And I aced it. I ACED the motherfucker. Now my test grade should be somewhere in the ballpark of an 85.
More baseball (huzzah). Houston beat Atlanta 9-3, Yankees beat the Twins in extra innings (bah), and Aneheim and Boston are tied right now.
If I see you sometime in the next few days, and if you try to say something to me, and I respond with a loud "WHHHHAT?!" don't worry, I'm not trying out my new impersonation of Lil' Jon; we had a tornado drill tonight that had to have lasted for ten minutes or so, and the alarm is right above my door. As loud as it is, it left a distinct ringing sound in my ears, which has yet to completely go away.
There's nothing left for the rest of the week, all I can do now is prepare for the two tests I have next week... ah, forget it.
I gotta get my oil in my car changed and a haircut when I get back to Greenville on Friday. Both are long overdue. Now THERE'S something I can post a picture of: my hair after I get it cut.
If I remember to take my camera back home with me.
OH, I got a letter from my grandmother (the slightly senile one, not the smart one that lives in Georgia). It was basically a bunch of rambling; the last line said, and I quote, "Mark, you are such a sweet boy or man."
Make your own joke about that.
I smell better than ever.
myveryownladle: is british lit one of those annoying "required" classes?
mightymoocher: eh, kinda... it gets my 'humanities' credit out of the way
mightymoocher: humanity should bow before me
myveryownladle: what, so you can do it in the butt?
mightymoocher: different kind of bowing
mightymoocher: more like groveling, actually
mightymoocher: so it can give me a blowjob
>mark