Gosh, time flies.
I'm currently skipping my anthropology class because I didn't get to skip it on Tuesday. Irrational rationale, you say? Well, it's not my fault she was sick on Tuesday so class was canceled. I had already made up my mind to skip the class then but the day just got pushed back. I'm a woman who sticks to her principles. Why do I feel the need to skip? Well, Anthropology is turning out to be like the Sociology class I took just with a more science twist. So, it's not fun to relearn things that were boring the first time around. I'm sorry if deep probing questions surrounding gender and sex is no longer shocking to me. There are such things as "three spirits" you say? NO! I'm both shocked and mystified! Oh wait, I'm not because I already knew about that. There's also the fact that the "professor" is just a graduate student working while she is trying to get her masters. Which means she's never taken a teaching course and has no desire for teaching. Alma. Really? Come on. I pay you the money you provide me with an excellent education. It's not that hard of an equation. While those are noble reasons not to go I also didn't want to go because I have a class before it (that class starts at 8:30, ugh) and that professor always lets the class out late. So, I have to rush from that class (1st floor) to Anthro (3rd floor). Since I get out late I'm stuck with the icky seats in the front and whenever I take my usual--front row seat closest to the door--the girl who sits one seat back always glares at me. (And she already has quite the severe face.) It;s unfuness all around. I suppose I could make the reason for not going health related (which is the excuse I will give if she asks me why I wasn't in class/ she might since she is handing back tests today/but I already know my grade because she posted it online) my nose kinda hurts. It's actually a little weird.
Moving on,
I mailed out valentines to my parents/brother/the three little girls across the street and I had to put it all in a little package thing. It was the first package I had ever mailed. Whoo, excitement! I also mailed some letters and the guy was feeling one and said it wouldn't go through the mail sorter and I looked at him all dumbfounded and he asked what was the bump sticking out. So I feel the letter and remember that it was a googly eye. Which I had to tell him that and it was a little weird. He didn't judge me per-say but... yeah. I also took forever and by the time I was done a line had formed. Why do people come in waves? It should be mandatory that they spread themselves out.
No, really why does my left nostril hurt on like the inside?
Ever had someone pointed out to you that you had never noticed before? Then, once you visually see the person you start seeing them around everywhere?
I saw the movie To Save A Life last night with Andrea. I got her to agree to bring in food, which was difficult because she feels like it is stealing. Blah, blah. Theaters rip off their customers all the time. I feel no guilt. But I did get her to agree so we went to Subway (eat fresh!) and, obviously, got subs. Andrea foolishly chose the meatball one which smelled like meatballs very strongly. I wasn't worried (she was) about the smell because it was a Wednesday night at 6. Who was going to theaters?
Unfortunately, a lot of people.
We decided to sit in the second to last row because dirty things happen in the last row and when people are sitting in the second to last row people very rarely sit in the last row. My logic failed because first three giggling preteen girls came and sat DIRECTLY behind us. Andrea was displeased. Comically, more and more people kept filling the theater. Making the opening of noisy paper very difficult. Once the lights went down a massive youth group or something came in and sat in all the seats of the last row as well as next to Andrea.
She has decided that she will never again bring in food to a theater. One bad experience she not be a deterrence!
Andrea came back. Chastised me a bit about not going to class. ~Shrug~ What's done is done.
I'm done for the day!
Now my only "schedule" event of the day is to go see Lars and the Real Girl! There's a bake sale you say? Yum.
Moving on,
I mailed out valentines to my parents/brother/the three little girls across the street and I had to put it all in a little package thing. It was the first package I had ever mailed. Whoo, excitement! I also mailed some letters and the guy was feeling one and said it wouldn't go through the mail sorter and I looked at him all dumbfounded and he asked what was the bump sticking out. So I feel the letter and remember that it was a googly eye. Which I had to tell him that and it was a little weird. He didn't judge me per-say but... yeah. I also took forever and by the time I was done a line had formed. Why do people come in waves? It should be mandatory that they spread themselves out.
No, really why does my left nostril hurt on like the inside?
Ever had someone pointed out to you that you had never noticed before? Then, once you visually see the person you start seeing them around everywhere?
I saw the movie To Save A Life last night with Andrea. I got her to agree to bring in food, which was difficult because she feels like it is stealing. Blah, blah. Theaters rip off their customers all the time. I feel no guilt. But I did get her to agree so we went to Subway (eat fresh!) and, obviously, got subs. Andrea foolishly chose the meatball one which smelled like meatballs very strongly. I wasn't worried (she was) about the smell because it was a Wednesday night at 6. Who was going to theaters?
Unfortunately, a lot of people.
We decided to sit in the second to last row because dirty things happen in the last row and when people are sitting in the second to last row people very rarely sit in the last row. My logic failed because first three giggling preteen girls came and sat DIRECTLY behind us. Andrea was displeased. Comically, more and more people kept filling the theater. Making the opening of noisy paper very difficult. Once the lights went down a massive youth group or something came in and sat in all the seats of the last row as well as next to Andrea.
She has decided that she will never again bring in food to a theater. One bad experience she not be a deterrence!
Andrea came back. Chastised me a bit about not going to class. ~Shrug~ What's done is done.
I'm done for the day!
Now my only "schedule" event of the day is to go see Lars and the Real Girl! There's a bake sale you say? Yum.