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not sure how i did on my grammar exam.
mmmmmm linguistics.
damn you reduced relative clauses.
not really.
i did catch on to a linking verb that you probably wouldn't notice until you made the sentence an active sentence.
word.
noun.
i've got the happys. or is it happies? who knows
either way
i hope i did well
then hung out with aly
played with the cats.
came home
found out that the college sent me my transcript.
which got returned
saying "undeliverable. no forward"
um.
wuh?
and i can't get a hold of the registrar people at all.
either the address was wrong (which would be their fault)
or
my postman is a dumbass
i'm going with the second.
since people in my building keep getting each other's mail. i keep getting stuff for downstairs. i ended up getting the chic's W-2 in my mailbox
some things you just don't fuck up with.
mail is one of them.
so i'm going to talk to the registrar tomorrow. and then go to work
and on thursday, if it wasn't the r's fault, i'm bitching out the post office and making it clear to hire literate people who can read the envelope and notice the number on my mailbox and be able to conjure up the fact that the two do indeed match.
arg.
and now.
homework i guess.
mmmmmm linguistics.
damn you reduced relative clauses.
not really.
i did catch on to a linking verb that you probably wouldn't notice until you made the sentence an active sentence.
word.
noun.
i've got the happys. or is it happies? who knows
either way
i hope i did well
then hung out with aly
played with the cats.
came home
found out that the college sent me my transcript.
which got returned
saying "undeliverable. no forward"
um.
wuh?
and i can't get a hold of the registrar people at all.
either the address was wrong (which would be their fault)
or
my postman is a dumbass
i'm going with the second.
since people in my building keep getting each other's mail. i keep getting stuff for downstairs. i ended up getting the chic's W-2 in my mailbox
some things you just don't fuck up with.
mail is one of them.
so i'm going to talk to the registrar tomorrow. and then go to work
and on thursday, if it wasn't the r's fault, i'm bitching out the post office and making it clear to hire literate people who can read the envelope and notice the number on my mailbox and be able to conjure up the fact that the two do indeed match.
arg.
and now.
homework i guess.