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Bah, the last good photo I have of me is from grad.....2 years ago. Eeep, no wonder my mom has been bitching about not having any photos of me lately. However, I'm unlikely to be getting any more good photos of me until 2007 when I graduate from university.
Dude, that's in two years.....time goes by quickly when you're not in high school.
Plus, I turn 21 in less than 7 months. I hate feeling old. It's not helping that my brother is registering for college classes next week. It'll be weird for both of us to be in university/college. My brother is supposed to stay way behind me, not be catching up to me every day.
Blah........
Gotta love the moments of introspection where your thoughts come out in a random blurb.
So I was watching a show about tattooing today. Fascinating, and I actually wasn't squicked out by the sound of the needles, which is what usually freaks the fucking hell out of me. Quite a good show though, but it makes me want to draw all over myself, because, well, I can't get a tattoo yet.
One and a bit more months til I go back to J school. I've been missing it a lot lately, probably because it's something that I love, and that I'm pretty good at, if I do say so myself. Anthropology is cool, but after the fiasco with the chick who marked my CSI paper (she gave me 67.5 per cent....there is no fucking way I deserve a grade that low) I've sort of gone off it. Hopefully the teacher will give me a better mark than that, or I might have to appeal the grade, which honestly is far too much effort. But if I have to I will. I worked really hard on the paper and I know it was good. I got the highest mark in all three classes on the bone exam, and I know my CSI stuff.....Doesn't hurt that I know a forensic weapons specialist who gave me some ideas. Hence why I should get a good grade on the paper. I use my contacts, what can I say? I'm still a journalist.
Dude, that's in two years.....time goes by quickly when you're not in high school.
Plus, I turn 21 in less than 7 months. I hate feeling old. It's not helping that my brother is registering for college classes next week. It'll be weird for both of us to be in university/college. My brother is supposed to stay way behind me, not be catching up to me every day.
Blah........
Gotta love the moments of introspection where your thoughts come out in a random blurb.
So I was watching a show about tattooing today. Fascinating, and I actually wasn't squicked out by the sound of the needles, which is what usually freaks the fucking hell out of me. Quite a good show though, but it makes me want to draw all over myself, because, well, I can't get a tattoo yet.
One and a bit more months til I go back to J school. I've been missing it a lot lately, probably because it's something that I love, and that I'm pretty good at, if I do say so myself. Anthropology is cool, but after the fiasco with the chick who marked my CSI paper (she gave me 67.5 per cent....there is no fucking way I deserve a grade that low) I've sort of gone off it. Hopefully the teacher will give me a better mark than that, or I might have to appeal the grade, which honestly is far too much effort. But if I have to I will. I worked really hard on the paper and I know it was good. I got the highest mark in all three classes on the bone exam, and I know my CSI stuff.....Doesn't hurt that I know a forensic weapons specialist who gave me some ideas. Hence why I should get a good grade on the paper. I use my contacts, what can I say? I'm still a journalist.