Feb 10, 2011 11:33
I'm short. I'm roughly 5'4", which is roughly 1.63 meters, which is actually very slightly above the national (United States) average for people over twenty as recorded by Wikipedia.
I'm also a pacifist--at any rate, I don't approve of violence used to solve problems.
I've also got apparently more than the average amount of hormones, which means that just at this exact moment all I want to do is punch everyone in the face. Unfortunately, I'm both wise enough to know that it wouldn't really help and too short to reach properly.
You may send all condolences in the form of paid sick leave. Since I don't have a job with a salary (as opposed to a job with an hourly wage, which I DO have, but obviously can't give me money for hours I don't work), I suppose you'll just have to magically give me an A in classes I stop attending.
Last year at about this time (February) I decided everything that was happening was the fault of the month itself. This year I decided to be positive and not let superstition make itself true, or whatever--that "magical thinking" thing that has been so popular of late.
However.
STOP IT, FEBRUARY. YOU STOP IT RIGHT. VERY. NOW. And then we can go for drinks and I promise to be the life and soul of both wit and charm.
college,
stop it february,
why is today a thing