Well, I'm a mess, but it's a happy mess
I just replied to an email from my professor about missing lab while I'm skipping class. Whoops guess that is does not look so good.
Listening to people on campus will make you crazy. CRAZY WITH AMUSEMENT.
So, apparently some frat guy had a hurt arm so it was in a sling. On Halloween, to go downtown he apparently designed some kind of costume that incorporated it, and all night random guys kept yelling, "Oh man, that's so fake" and punching him in the arm. His frat buddies thought it was great that he was so dumb. And so punched. In that arm.
Ohhhh the punchings.
And then a couple days ago on the bus, this grad student had been talking to her friend about her fiance, and football games...you know, things that people talk about. Then out of nowhere she mentioned she was wearing her wedding ring, and that she shouldn't she guess, but it's really pretty and she liked it. What, she says, you've never heard the story? Oh wow, yeah, so ok, I was a freshman in college and you know, kinda dumb, and I got married to this guy who was still in high school, and he ran off with one of his band chicks. I gave the engagement ring back because it was diamonds in the shape of a C from his grandmother, and you know, he's a shit, but it's a family thing so he should have it, but I really like this ring, so sometimes I just wear it, you know? It's pretty. I should get something from all that right?
You know?
If you reality was a story, people would write nasty notes about it being unbelievable and poorly researched. ;)
Also well...I really need to make up my mind to actually be a student, or find something else to do. Cruising works out alright for me, but there's not much point. Or if there would be a point, it would be just to get any degree, and if I'm not going to actually do work really, I should look things over, find something I can finish quickly and just go ahead and do it.
I'm working on it.
Now I get to go to lab which I...maybe...know how to do, and then for four hours of good old telemarketing.
Listening to people on campus will make you crazy. CRAZY WITH AMUSEMENT.
So, apparently some frat guy had a hurt arm so it was in a sling. On Halloween, to go downtown he apparently designed some kind of costume that incorporated it, and all night random guys kept yelling, "Oh man, that's so fake" and punching him in the arm. His frat buddies thought it was great that he was so dumb. And so punched. In that arm.
Ohhhh the punchings.
And then a couple days ago on the bus, this grad student had been talking to her friend about her fiance, and football games...you know, things that people talk about. Then out of nowhere she mentioned she was wearing her wedding ring, and that she shouldn't she guess, but it's really pretty and she liked it. What, she says, you've never heard the story? Oh wow, yeah, so ok, I was a freshman in college and you know, kinda dumb, and I got married to this guy who was still in high school, and he ran off with one of his band chicks. I gave the engagement ring back because it was diamonds in the shape of a C from his grandmother, and you know, he's a shit, but it's a family thing so he should have it, but I really like this ring, so sometimes I just wear it, you know? It's pretty. I should get something from all that right?
You know?
If you reality was a story, people would write nasty notes about it being unbelievable and poorly researched. ;)
Also well...I really need to make up my mind to actually be a student, or find something else to do. Cruising works out alright for me, but there's not much point. Or if there would be a point, it would be just to get any degree, and if I'm not going to actually do work really, I should look things over, find something I can finish quickly and just go ahead and do it.
I'm working on it.
Now I get to go to lab which I...maybe...know how to do, and then for four hours of good old telemarketing.