last dance, it's your last chance...
Wow sometimes advanced fiction is awesome and sometimes advanced fiction is awesome. It can't touch the intro class(hi caitlin), but still.
After a semester of dealing with one person's bullshit, I finally dished out some "helpful criticism" of my own. Last class, what the hell, you know? "The assignment was to write a story and you didn't do that. You wrote an anecdote. If she told us to write an anecdote about unconvincing drug dealers with bogus names and cliche character traits, that would be one thing. But this isn't a story. Plus you spelled 'rufies' and 'fabreeze' wrong." And then the professor was like "I couldn't agree more" and I was all "SUCK IT!"
But enough about that. I am thinking that I didn't get that internship. That's what I get for counting my chickens I guess.
Jennifer H (aka my mom) had her knee surgery this morning. She called last night all weepy. I said "Mom, it's not brain surgery or anything, so stop worrying." I'm so comforting.
And I had an incredibly bizarre dream last night, about a barking man in a bathtub whose boxers I was holding onto for some unknown reason.
After a semester of dealing with one person's bullshit, I finally dished out some "helpful criticism" of my own. Last class, what the hell, you know? "The assignment was to write a story and you didn't do that. You wrote an anecdote. If she told us to write an anecdote about unconvincing drug dealers with bogus names and cliche character traits, that would be one thing. But this isn't a story. Plus you spelled 'rufies' and 'fabreeze' wrong." And then the professor was like "I couldn't agree more" and I was all "SUCK IT!"
But enough about that. I am thinking that I didn't get that internship. That's what I get for counting my chickens I guess.
Jennifer H (aka my mom) had her knee surgery this morning. She called last night all weepy. I said "Mom, it's not brain surgery or anything, so stop worrying." I'm so comforting.
And I had an incredibly bizarre dream last night, about a barking man in a bathtub whose boxers I was holding onto for some unknown reason.