Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
Just for posterity:
You have to kill, have sex with, or marry one of these three. Who do you do each to? Between: Spoon, Death Cab for Cutie, and The Shins. Now, I KILLED Death Cab for Cutie, had sex with Spoon and married The Shins. Courteny Rose kirked, and SHE KILLED the Shins. Double-U, Tee, Effe Mate?
Anyway. I'm hella tired. Or crabby. Either one, weally. They both work! Oh, ha ha, Homestar. Mmm Oasis.
So I have my fucking American Lit midterm but I really feel justified in saying I don't give a shit because I don't do shit in the class, I barely read and I do exceedingly well for the work I put in. Oh, look at the smarmy bastard I am! But seriously, folks, my prof is a fucking BITCH who was an asshole to Lauren Brown because our fucking CLASS PRESIDENT felt it valid to, in class, say the n-word (racial slur) while reading. I mean, uh, WTF, mate? Because how does that word escape your mouth? How?
Then at the poetry reading, when Crazy (I feel bad posting the name, but we can all say Crazy and know who I'm talking about because we have a freshman class of 300 people!) read that STUPID, STUPID poem she wrote that said some pretty damn good things about race, let me tell ya. That was sarcasm. Goddamn. It felt like I was at a fucking Speech tournament all over again, except MORE racist. Or something. BRaahah. But whatever, she's just lucky she didn't get her fucking ass kicked. What's with all the drama going on?
Alls I know is that it's been a chill day. The Fox Force FiIve gang calms me down. No sirens bells tape whistles, yo! Miller's back so we're gonna celebrate the middle of Mid Terms for me on Friday/Saturday. Alos, we're gonna try and get into the Crew party. Haha, Crew. I slept through weight lifting (*tear*, yo), took a shower to release the weeks worth of grime I was collecting, got my payroll/insurance shit taken care of, stole some food from the Tea Shop and sat in the sun with Ixquel, Courteny, Jessica, etc. Funny moment:
We stumble upon Shannon going to class, so we try and score our way into the Crew party.
Courteny, upon seeing what is on Shannon's shirt: "I *heart* kitties?"
Shannon: NO! It's "I *heart* Pussies", dammit!
Hah.
Goddamn Spanish. But I did learn a good joke. Mmm. And then got crabby. Retreated to my room. I'll go print out my study sheet and maybe try and figure out some good espanol study tactics. Definitely, definitely having a cigarette. Mmm. Smo-oking.
Reminder, I have to talk to Liz about possibilities of spoken word megaphoning on Drive out Day, Nov 2. Oh, shit! Have work tomorrow too. Shit. I have to start writing things down. Braah.
You have to kill, have sex with, or marry one of these three. Who do you do each to? Between: Spoon, Death Cab for Cutie, and The Shins. Now, I KILLED Death Cab for Cutie, had sex with Spoon and married The Shins. Courteny Rose kirked, and SHE KILLED the Shins. Double-U, Tee, Effe Mate?
Anyway. I'm hella tired. Or crabby. Either one, weally. They both work! Oh, ha ha, Homestar. Mmm Oasis.
So I have my fucking American Lit midterm but I really feel justified in saying I don't give a shit because I don't do shit in the class, I barely read and I do exceedingly well for the work I put in. Oh, look at the smarmy bastard I am! But seriously, folks, my prof is a fucking BITCH who was an asshole to Lauren Brown because our fucking CLASS PRESIDENT felt it valid to, in class, say the n-word (racial slur) while reading. I mean, uh, WTF, mate? Because how does that word escape your mouth? How?
Then at the poetry reading, when Crazy (I feel bad posting the name, but we can all say Crazy and know who I'm talking about because we have a freshman class of 300 people!) read that STUPID, STUPID poem she wrote that said some pretty damn good things about race, let me tell ya. That was sarcasm. Goddamn. It felt like I was at a fucking Speech tournament all over again, except MORE racist. Or something. BRaahah. But whatever, she's just lucky she didn't get her fucking ass kicked. What's with all the drama going on?
Alls I know is that it's been a chill day. The Fox Force FiIve gang calms me down. No sirens bells tape whistles, yo! Miller's back so we're gonna celebrate the middle of Mid Terms for me on Friday/Saturday. Alos, we're gonna try and get into the Crew party. Haha, Crew. I slept through weight lifting (*tear*, yo), took a shower to release the weeks worth of grime I was collecting, got my payroll/insurance shit taken care of, stole some food from the Tea Shop and sat in the sun with Ixquel, Courteny, Jessica, etc. Funny moment:
We stumble upon Shannon going to class, so we try and score our way into the Crew party.
Courteny, upon seeing what is on Shannon's shirt: "I *heart* kitties?"
Shannon: NO! It's "I *heart* Pussies", dammit!
Hah.
Goddamn Spanish. But I did learn a good joke. Mmm. And then got crabby. Retreated to my room. I'll go print out my study sheet and maybe try and figure out some good espanol study tactics. Definitely, definitely having a cigarette. Mmm. Smo-oking.
Reminder, I have to talk to Liz about possibilities of spoken word megaphoning on Drive out Day, Nov 2. Oh, shit! Have work tomorrow too. Shit. I have to start writing things down. Braah.