I'm back.
Okay. I kind of went MIA there for a while. Adjusting to back-to-school wasn't QUITE as easy as I thought, but it's spring break for mortuary school, so, I think we're better.
A quick point of business: I lost my cellphone, equals, I've lost everyone's contact information, birthday, and backstory. Please be so kind as to email me your four-one-one so I can get back in the loop, for chrissakes.
People are curious to know how mortuary school is going. It's basically going well, except for spelling and grammar. Neither my classmates nor my instructors are competent, so far. As a result of the inability to communicate with them like civilised human beings instead of the illiterate commoners that they are, I barely passed both of my classes. I've made it my mission to further legitimate the profession by eliminating fellow students who are incapable of professional communication from the program. I plan to post replies to everyone's posts pointing out their errors, if they want help editing the post, until people are either snapped into shape, or drop out of the program because I've driven them completely mad. Muahaha.
My current obsession is my apartment (since I'm always sitting here either studying or being too lazy and poor to go out). I've totally let it go. There's more laundry than my little econo-washer can handle. The furniture set up is all wrong. There's clutter everywhere. My space is, quite frankly humiliating. And for a homosexual, no less. Feh. What schmootz. I desperately want it back in order, but it's going to be more than a one-person job. Who's interested in helping me organize, clean, and rearrange in exchange for, say, a beer-pizza-smoke(optional) night!? Eh? Eh?? Who's with me?!
I think if I like my space during spring quarter, then I'll be more comfortable studying in it, thereby increasing my academic performance.
More later, I'm sure.
A quick point of business: I lost my cellphone, equals, I've lost everyone's contact information, birthday, and backstory. Please be so kind as to email me your four-one-one so I can get back in the loop, for chrissakes.
People are curious to know how mortuary school is going. It's basically going well, except for spelling and grammar. Neither my classmates nor my instructors are competent, so far. As a result of the inability to communicate with them like civilised human beings instead of the illiterate commoners that they are, I barely passed both of my classes. I've made it my mission to further legitimate the profession by eliminating fellow students who are incapable of professional communication from the program. I plan to post replies to everyone's posts pointing out their errors, if they want help editing the post, until people are either snapped into shape, or drop out of the program because I've driven them completely mad. Muahaha.
My current obsession is my apartment (since I'm always sitting here either studying or being too lazy and poor to go out). I've totally let it go. There's more laundry than my little econo-washer can handle. The furniture set up is all wrong. There's clutter everywhere. My space is, quite frankly humiliating. And for a homosexual, no less. Feh. What schmootz. I desperately want it back in order, but it's going to be more than a one-person job. Who's interested in helping me organize, clean, and rearrange in exchange for, say, a beer-pizza-smoke(optional) night!? Eh? Eh?? Who's with me?!
I think if I like my space during spring quarter, then I'll be more comfortable studying in it, thereby increasing my academic performance.
More later, I'm sure.