It smells like complaining...
I've come to the conclusion that all I do in here is complain. And I don't care. My life is sucky right now and i expect it to be until I can go home. I haven't been home in three weeks (counting this week) and I can't go home this weekend. Joyful. I got a 77 on my last anthropology test which was my fault b/c I didn't study as much as I should have, but it was also the prof's fault. Some of the questions were really confusing. It was a 60 question test and we only had 50 min. to finish it, and one whole page was short answer questions. They were not that short answer-y. And before we got the test back she puts us in alphabetical seating. They drill into us the fact taht we are not in high school and then she treats us like we are. granted the idiots in the class were talking a lot, which was part of the reason she put us in the seats, but i was happy with my seat. then the next day in sociology the class spent about 1/2 an hour complaing about her. the only good thing about this week so far is the fact that i don't have english!!! YAY!! but I do have to write (and back date) 8 journal entries that we were supposed to be doing the entire semester, and come up with an idea of something to evaluate for a stupid paper. that class sucks. big time. So i'm going to be sneaky and use the entries i've put here. HA HA HA.
Last night was fun too. I'm sitting on my bed miding my own business flipping through the channels on the tv and i hear the door open. I dont' look to see who it was b/c i thought it was my roommate Candace. Well, it wasn't. It was two guys. One was her friend and I had never seen the other before. Yeah well he goes, "Candace isn't here?" I was so surprised, i just said was no. but the nice part of me was thinking, no you ass. do you see her in the room? Of course that's right i stuffed her in the closet after i killed her. He had come all the way into the room and was looking around. It bothered me just an eensie weensie bit. What if i was getting ready for a shower and forgot to lock the door. yeah. free show. It thrills me to death that guys i do not know just walk into my room. her friend have no manners. its like be firends with candace and your manners get sucked into a black hole. no phone manners either. yeah living with candace and her friends is a 24/7 party party party!
enough. i think i got all of my pent up anger out. i still feel horrible but lighter. I think therefore I complain. Nice day to all.
Last night was fun too. I'm sitting on my bed miding my own business flipping through the channels on the tv and i hear the door open. I dont' look to see who it was b/c i thought it was my roommate Candace. Well, it wasn't. It was two guys. One was her friend and I had never seen the other before. Yeah well he goes, "Candace isn't here?" I was so surprised, i just said was no. but the nice part of me was thinking, no you ass. do you see her in the room? Of course that's right i stuffed her in the closet after i killed her. He had come all the way into the room and was looking around. It bothered me just an eensie weensie bit. What if i was getting ready for a shower and forgot to lock the door. yeah. free show. It thrills me to death that guys i do not know just walk into my room. her friend have no manners. its like be firends with candace and your manners get sucked into a black hole. no phone manners either. yeah living with candace and her friends is a 24/7 party party party!
enough. i think i got all of my pent up anger out. i still feel horrible but lighter. I think therefore I complain. Nice day to all.