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this is a big study weekend for me, i have three exams next week. but i rocked the calc 2 test today, obvious A. The only question now is whether i got 100 or not. In case you were wondering, the tests are two yokels (meaning for sixth graders, meaning afro and art his) plus physics.
Tuesday was quite possibly the worst day at UNL so far. not only could I not wake up or focus in all four classes, and miss breakfast and lunch, I come home having to write three papers and my roommate decides to crash and write his "paper." So after four hours of country music (which sucks, mind you) and AIM with the volume on also, he presents his paper, which starts with, "I chose blah blah blah for my story." Upon leaving, he bad-mouths me within audible range in the hallway to his friend. Then I go to bed after writing one paragraph and doing some reading, can't sleep for the first hour. Then he comes in and plays country again, for 1 more hour. I fall asleep mercifully at 2 am.
My roommate is officially retarted, he cant even spell the f-bomb on the note he wrote so I wouldn't drink the pop out of the fridge, he's taking math for sophomores in high school, he talks as loud as he can on the cell phone, and he happens to be a YCC/alcoholic/jock-biased/bring a new abercrombie tee every week/fatass/can predict all of his opinions douchebag. I know he hates my ass, but being a moral majority ycc he obviously can't have the nuts to say it to my face. I would probably call him a dumbass, yell at him, and he would probably give some gay laugh and tell me I have no friends, call me a sullen asshole. But still come off as nicer. Then I would call him a douchebag or hypocrite. Then he would say that I'm a douchebag, and I would retort with you don't even know what a douchebag is or even what I'm trying to say about you, dumbass; thus completing the argument cycle by returning to calling him a dumbass. And he would think that he won the argument no matter what I say to him, because he's too dumb. Then he would go to his frat like he does at least 4 times a week and spout this off to McLouth and Langan. and the people on my dorm floor, bc they are all just like him, adding to my point. then he would get drunk and play madden and yell at somebody, then they would exchange homoerotic remarks.
I will never fill in likes to play sports on my dorm survey ever again.
People still talk behind my back in the cafeteria for not sitting in a group. Not just the kids, the cafeteria workers too. that pisses me off immensely.
Well, that's school for ya.
Tuesday was quite possibly the worst day at UNL so far. not only could I not wake up or focus in all four classes, and miss breakfast and lunch, I come home having to write three papers and my roommate decides to crash and write his "paper." So after four hours of country music (which sucks, mind you) and AIM with the volume on also, he presents his paper, which starts with, "I chose blah blah blah for my story." Upon leaving, he bad-mouths me within audible range in the hallway to his friend. Then I go to bed after writing one paragraph and doing some reading, can't sleep for the first hour. Then he comes in and plays country again, for 1 more hour. I fall asleep mercifully at 2 am.
My roommate is officially retarted, he cant even spell the f-bomb on the note he wrote so I wouldn't drink the pop out of the fridge, he's taking math for sophomores in high school, he talks as loud as he can on the cell phone, and he happens to be a YCC/alcoholic/jock-biased/bring a new abercrombie tee every week/fatass/can predict all of his opinions douchebag. I know he hates my ass, but being a moral majority ycc he obviously can't have the nuts to say it to my face. I would probably call him a dumbass, yell at him, and he would probably give some gay laugh and tell me I have no friends, call me a sullen asshole. But still come off as nicer. Then I would call him a douchebag or hypocrite. Then he would say that I'm a douchebag, and I would retort with you don't even know what a douchebag is or even what I'm trying to say about you, dumbass; thus completing the argument cycle by returning to calling him a dumbass. And he would think that he won the argument no matter what I say to him, because he's too dumb. Then he would go to his frat like he does at least 4 times a week and spout this off to McLouth and Langan. and the people on my dorm floor, bc they are all just like him, adding to my point. then he would get drunk and play madden and yell at somebody, then they would exchange homoerotic remarks.
I will never fill in likes to play sports on my dorm survey ever again.
People still talk behind my back in the cafeteria for not sitting in a group. Not just the kids, the cafeteria workers too. that pisses me off immensely.
Well, that's school for ya.