I don't like iced tea or watermelon or white bread. I've hardly ever been to the doctor in my life and I don't watch reality TV even to make fun of it. I'd rather read A Brief History of Time than go out on a Friday night. I don't write anything original or publishable. I don't have a boyfriend and I never have and I've never been kissed and I'm ( Read more... )

and put me out of my misery ( Read more... )

So over the weekend my history prof sends out this email to the class: "Dr. Velek's His 101 will meet in the normal room in Painter Hall at which time he will explain why so many people failed the exam on Friday. V". Everybody's understandably freaking out, blah blah.... And then when class met today, he got started as usual and after about five ( Read more... )

( Nothing and everything has been going on with my life. )

Yesterday was Sunday. We got hit by the tail end of Rita. Some wind, some rain, some fun splashing around in the flooded street and getting soaked in the process (never worth missing in thunderstormy weather) -- and nowhere at all, on the news or on the Common Sense Radar, was there any hint that the bad weather would continue over into today. And ( Read more... )

( Le Educational Upheaval and Other Crap )