Tomorrow is Friday! Which a huge deal because I have absolutely no motivation to do anything. This horrible because I am about five chapters behind in my statistics class. A friend in my writers group posted this video which I watched instead of doing homework. It is a great clip that I suggest you watch. It is great. I love the part about the genie that helps creative people be great.
My writers group is called "Tea with the Mad Hatters." It is the best group ever. A friend of mine decided to start a writers group and I was giddy when she asked me to join the group. It made me realize that other people think I can write too. Being recognized by other people makes me feel all warm in tingly inside, like I actually have a chance at doing this for a career.
Most of my group has decided to participate in NaNoWriMo. As I talked about earlier how I am also going to be participating. I am feeling anxious for November to start so I can begin working on the story that is coming together in my head. At the same time I don't want November to start because then I will be sleep deprived, caffeinated beyond reason and a crazed.
I told a friend what NaNoWriMo was and he didn't get it. He asked me if the novel was going to be published if I finished it in a month. When I told him that it wouldn't be unless I solicited it, he thought the whole thing crazy.
"What's the point of doing this?" was the question he asked.
I couldn't explain to him my reasoning behind wanting to do this. Wanting to write a novel in a month. Wanting to be crazed, depraved and insomniac from caffeine. If I succeed and write a novel in a month it means that I have done something very few people have done before. But it means more than just succeed at something most people will never try, it is a way to confirm that I can write. By participating in NaNoWriMo I am acknowledging my desire to be a writer. I am acknowledging my ability to write. I am acknowledging that I can be successful as a writer. Because the only way to succeed in the writing world is to write and to finish writing.
If I cannot every finish a manuscript I will never be a writer. To be able to write a story in a month is crazy, but the process of actually putting my story on paper will give me the confidence I need as a writer to continue. The confidence to move forward in life with gusto. And that is way I am participating in NaNoWriMo.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Urine Phone
A container with rice is sitting on my roommates desk. Her phone is in it.
Somewhere she heard that putting a phone that has gotten wet in rice will help dry it out. I am sure that if it was just water that would work for her. Unfortunately the peed on phone is not getting better. Even after the dip in rice. I hope for her sake that it works (I don't think it will).
This is just an average day in the room.
Somewhere she heard that putting a phone that has gotten wet in rice will help dry it out. I am sure that if it was just water that would work for her. Unfortunately the peed on phone is not getting better. Even after the dip in rice. I hope for her sake that it works (I don't think it will).
This is just an average day in the room.
Waging war
The bloody and violent war for internet connection has continued. I have internet at the most inopportune time and when I desperately need it to do homework I cannot connect. I am going to have to follow through on my threat, the only problem is that I don't know where to buy dynamite... seriously where does one buy that?
This entire week so far has been shotty. Monday was from hell (as per usual) and I have been behind all week because of the crazy internet battle and my lack luster performance in school. I had a test in psych today that I found out about last night... I always seem to miss the really important classes. It's like I spend my whole life on the edge of almost making it, but still failing.
Early this week my and Roommate decided to go out and get a frosty from Wendy's, we got there at 12:03 a.m. Wendy's closes at midnight here. I was so pissed. Well not to be deterred by the upsetting closing time we headed across the street to McDonald's... they where also closed. We finally ended up finding an all night restaurant that we could buy a chocolate shake at, which we paid for in coins because we are broke... now completely broke.
And that is pretty much how my life always goes. Hey look you almost got what you want, but since you left late you get screwed.
This entire week so far has been shotty. Monday was from hell (as per usual) and I have been behind all week because of the crazy internet battle and my lack luster performance in school. I had a test in psych today that I found out about last night... I always seem to miss the really important classes. It's like I spend my whole life on the edge of almost making it, but still failing.
Early this week my and Roommate decided to go out and get a frosty from Wendy's, we got there at 12:03 a.m. Wendy's closes at midnight here. I was so pissed. Well not to be deterred by the upsetting closing time we headed across the street to McDonald's... they where also closed. We finally ended up finding an all night restaurant that we could buy a chocolate shake at, which we paid for in coins because we are broke... now completely broke.
And that is pretty much how my life always goes. Hey look you almost got what you want, but since you left late you get screwed.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
High School
My first year of high school was spent at a tiny little church school. Tiny. I think there was less than thirty people in the whole school. There was less than ten people in my class, which was 9 & 10 combined class. We had this iguana named Godzuki that was freakishly awesome!
Anyway... I was going to talk about the theme song for that year. In the glory that comes with becoming a high school student the boys in the class, all two of them, decided they were enamored with the song "Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne. It played on Pandora today and I couldn't but think of my class bellowing that song in unison during lunch breaks. There were a few other songs that came and went that year, but Stacy's Mom was the only one that stuck all year.
For anyone who has never heard Stacy's Mom here are the lyrics:
Anyway... I was going to talk about the theme song for that year. In the glory that comes with becoming a high school student the boys in the class, all two of them, decided they were enamored with the song "Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne. It played on Pandora today and I couldn't but think of my class bellowing that song in unison during lunch breaks. There were a few other songs that came and went that year, but Stacy's Mom was the only one that stuck all year.
For anyone who has never heard Stacy's Mom here are the lyrics:
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy, can I come over after school? (after school)
We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool)
Did your mom get back from her business trip? (business trip)
Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)
You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be
I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want and I've waited for so long
Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn)
Your mom came out with just a towel on (towel on)
I could tell she liked me from the way she stared (the way she stared)
And the way she said, "You missed a spot over there" (a spot over there)
And I know that you think it's just a fantasy
But since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want, and I've waited so long
Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong,
but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want and I've waited for so long,
Stacy can't you see your just not the girl for me,
I know it might be wrong but oh oh
(I know it might be wrong)
I'm in love with (Stacy's mom oh oh)
(Stacys mom oh oh)
I'm in love with Stacy's mom
Monday, September 27, 2010
Computer Bullshit
My computer has been unable to connect to the internet, my roommate has been obliging in letting me use hers. I sent an e-mail to the people in charge of the network. The dumbasses don't work on student computers and so I wanted to ensure they understood the problem was with the network and not my computer. I spent several hours working to ensure that I had tried every viable option before soliciting help. Below is the e-mail I sent to them.
This is the e-mail I wanted to send.
I wanted someone to appreciate the fact that I did not send the above letter. I really wanted to, but my roommate told me that I couldn't use her computer if I was going to be sending profanity. I don't understand how she thinks that letter is profane.
Irony of irony is that within minutes of sending the e-mail my computer connected to the network. Fuck my life. I refuse to send an e-mail stating that the connection works until it has been consistent for more than 24 hours.
My computer has been unable to connect to the network since last Thursday. I have done a ridiculous number of things to ensure that it is not my computer that is the problem. I have the correct information, the correct network and the correct network key. My internet setup is exactly the same as my roommates, whose computer I am using to write this e-mail, but I am unable to connect to the network. This is very frustrating, as a college student whose teachers assign loads of research I do not always have the option to go to a lab to do homework. I need to be able to connect to the network and since I am unable to do so I am seriously distraught. I would appreciate it if I could find out if my computer is still registered in the system, this is my fourth year at Union and I have never had any problems previously. Before being unable to connect to the network my computer said something about a duplicate on the network, I have no idea what that means, but after that I was unable to connect.
I just want to know if my computer is still in the system so I know if the problem is with my computer or is with Union's Network problems that cropped up last week. If you could let me know ASAP I would appreciate it. Seeing as how Union doesn't work on student computers anymore the sooner I know where the problem is the sooner I can finish my homework and get on with my life. Thank you for helping in this small way.
Sincerely,
Michelle Current
This is the e-mail I wanted to send.
Dear fuckers who insist nothing is wrong.
I have sacrificed four hours of my life to ensure that my computer could safely and accurately connect to the network. It does not. Because your dumbass fucking policy says that you are going to refuse to help poor lost souls who are paying your salary, yes I am paying you for shit service, I have taken matters into my own hands. If by tomorrow I do not have a constant connection to the network you will find a stick of dynamite shoved up your rectum. If that does not instill the desire to fix the network and allow my computer access I will light the fucking fuse. Please understand that I am a stressed college students whose professors do not understand the concept of grace or late work and as such I am in a constant state of sleep deprivation. It is a scientific fact that people who have been awake for over seventy-two hours are clinical insane. I do not remember the last time I got sleep and as such I am no longer in my right mind (I am not in my left mind either).
The dynamite is not a threat, it is merely a tool to inspire the right thought process in the paeans who work for the man that fucks the internet connection every night. With all my regards please fix the connection now.
Sincerely,
A mentally deranged student.
I wanted someone to appreciate the fact that I did not send the above letter. I really wanted to, but my roommate told me that I couldn't use her computer if I was going to be sending profanity. I don't understand how she thinks that letter is profane.
Irony of irony is that within minutes of sending the e-mail my computer connected to the network. Fuck my life. I refuse to send an e-mail stating that the connection works until it has been consistent for more than 24 hours.
Jokes and sweet potatoes
Three sweet potatoes/yams have been sitting on my desk for almost a month. I have been meaning to go over my friends apartment and bake them, but I never have time. One of my friends told me that if I stuck them in a slow cooker with some water, they would be edible. My sister also agreed with this assessment, so began the perilous journey of sweet potato soup.
I skinned the first sweet potato and it was the weirdest thing ever. It looked like a giant orange rock. No joke. I thought I had found some mystic stone that would imbue my slow cooker to always make great soup, but alas no, that definitely did not happen. After cutting up the first naked sweet potato I realized that only one would fit in my itty-bitty teeny-weeny white-ceramic pretty. Okay... that was stupid. But yeah, the one sweet potato filled up the entire slow cooker.
I wasn't sure how much water to put in, and so I filled the slow cooker almost to the top, so all the slices where touching water, if not submerged completely. Did I already mention how small the slow cooker is? Yeah it's tiny. About a third the size of a normal slow cooker. It is a one person serving size. Unless it comes to sweet potatoes, than it's not.
Supposedly it takes around seven hours to cook sweet potatoes... that is unless you put to much water in the slow cooker. Than it only takes about two hours, and you get water tasting sweet potatoes. Weirdest thing I have eaten in long time.
With some salt and butter and mashed up (which was easy since the water-logged slices fell apart) it wasn't the worst thing I have ever tasted. It was just a weird consistency, it was not the same as when they are baked.
Anyway. On a completely unrelated note a friend sent me this link and I wanted to share it because it was so funny. For any one who has/or will participate in NaNoWriMo this should give you a smile.
nano wrimo
Enjoy the jokes at another's expense.
I skinned the first sweet potato and it was the weirdest thing ever. It looked like a giant orange rock. No joke. I thought I had found some mystic stone that would imbue my slow cooker to always make great soup, but alas no, that definitely did not happen. After cutting up the first naked sweet potato I realized that only one would fit in my itty-bitty teeny-weeny white-ceramic pretty. Okay... that was stupid. But yeah, the one sweet potato filled up the entire slow cooker.
I wasn't sure how much water to put in, and so I filled the slow cooker almost to the top, so all the slices where touching water, if not submerged completely. Did I already mention how small the slow cooker is? Yeah it's tiny. About a third the size of a normal slow cooker. It is a one person serving size. Unless it comes to sweet potatoes, than it's not.
Supposedly it takes around seven hours to cook sweet potatoes... that is unless you put to much water in the slow cooker. Than it only takes about two hours, and you get water tasting sweet potatoes. Weirdest thing I have eaten in long time.
With some salt and butter and mashed up (which was easy since the water-logged slices fell apart) it wasn't the worst thing I have ever tasted. It was just a weird consistency, it was not the same as when they are baked.
Anyway. On a completely unrelated note a friend sent me this link and I wanted to share it because it was so funny. For any one who has/or will participate in NaNoWriMo this should give you a smile.
nano wrimo
Enjoy the jokes at another's expense.
Life's a bitch
My poor poor roommate. I feel so bad for her. She babysits these kids, I think there are three, and one of the kids is a baby dinosaur. I kid not, that freaking child snores like she is a 300 pound man. These deep loud inhalations followed by a nails on chalk board screech. Most monstrous sound ever. And it is a six-year-old sleeping. Basically my roommate is constantly sleep deprived.
Well a few mornings ago she woke up wet. The girl had crawled in bed with her again and peed her pants. Worse yet was that the girl had been on top of my roommates phone at the time of the incident. She tried turning the phone on, but it wouldn't work after it's body fluid saturation. Upon opening the phone to check out the battery, instead of finding a battery she found a hunk of fried electronic floating in urine. Not a good way to start the day.
The sad thing is that stuff like that happens all the time to her. A few weeks ago she picked up a woman on the side of the road (She is way to nice and is going to get seriously hurt one of these days, she doesn't believe me though). The lady she picked up was crazy. Straight up out of her mind on stuff. Well my roommate went to drive the lady home and on the way they lady threw up on a target bag (they had just been shopping there). To make matters worse the lady left her bag of throw up in the backseat when she was dropped off. She left her vomit sitting in a non-seal-able bag in a strangers backseat. That is just so wrong.
Anyway, my poor roommate has tons of unfortunate things happen to her, like people peeing on her phone and puking in her backseat. But she has the coolest roommate ever. True story.
We do have a ton of fun (when she isn't working) hanging out together. We do random things. Like singing Disney songs all night, or covering desks in Naked Juice labels (her desk is covered and it is Awesome!). Basically we do a lot of chill things to help us unwind and not commit suicide before graduating from college (cuz afterwards will be totally fine, just kidding).
But life is crazy and I am glad I have such a sweet person living with me in the cramped hell hole that is my dorm.
Well a few mornings ago she woke up wet. The girl had crawled in bed with her again and peed her pants. Worse yet was that the girl had been on top of my roommates phone at the time of the incident. She tried turning the phone on, but it wouldn't work after it's body fluid saturation. Upon opening the phone to check out the battery, instead of finding a battery she found a hunk of fried electronic floating in urine. Not a good way to start the day.
The sad thing is that stuff like that happens all the time to her. A few weeks ago she picked up a woman on the side of the road (She is way to nice and is going to get seriously hurt one of these days, she doesn't believe me though). The lady she picked up was crazy. Straight up out of her mind on stuff. Well my roommate went to drive the lady home and on the way they lady threw up on a target bag (they had just been shopping there). To make matters worse the lady left her bag of throw up in the backseat when she was dropped off. She left her vomit sitting in a non-seal-able bag in a strangers backseat. That is just so wrong.
Anyway, my poor roommate has tons of unfortunate things happen to her, like people peeing on her phone and puking in her backseat. But she has the coolest roommate ever. True story.
We do have a ton of fun (when she isn't working) hanging out together. We do random things. Like singing Disney songs all night, or covering desks in Naked Juice labels (her desk is covered and it is Awesome!). Basically we do a lot of chill things to help us unwind and not commit suicide before graduating from college (cuz afterwards will be totally fine, just kidding).
But life is crazy and I am glad I have such a sweet person living with me in the cramped hell hole that is my dorm.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Crazy Cults
I have thought of a way to fix about 90% of the worlds problems, what the world needs is a crazy cult to focus on so that everyone can stop bickering about different religions. However as I was on the verge of exploring this wonderful idea on of my friends pointed out that we have a crazy cult.
Twilight.
I don't think there needs to be anymore explanation.
Twilight.
I don't think there needs to be anymore explanation.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
My roommate is crazy
I was sitting on my couch maniacally pounding on my keyboard wishing desperately for the words to come when my roommate looks up and says, "Your so cute Michelle." I am not sure what inspired her to say that when I am looking like a deranged monkey that lost it's tail sitting on a couch. Her comment has lead me to believe that she is stark raving mad. Quite a compliment from me. But seriously, I don't understand.
I love my roommate, she is so funny. She is a nursing major who works nights and I probably only see her every few days, it makes the room kinda lonely at times, but it's all good. She is also very blonde at times. I tease her because of guilt, I feel guilty because she has the same problems I do, she is cursed by a subconscious that likes steal thoughts out of the conscious mind rendering the person unable to remember anything but basic motor functions. Although I lose even that sometimes.
The best thing about my roommate is that she willingly sings Disney songs in the room at the top of her lungs with me. The times people ask us to shut up (always) we take a car for a drive so that we can sing and not bother people. It is so exhilarating. There is nothing quit as therapeutic as screaming your lungs out in a car to the approximate tune of a favorite childhood song.
I have lots of other fun adventures with my roommate, and I will be sure to document the ones in the future. She is an awesome girl who is just enough off kilter for us to be great friends.
I love my roommate, she is so funny. She is a nursing major who works nights and I probably only see her every few days, it makes the room kinda lonely at times, but it's all good. She is also very blonde at times. I tease her because of guilt, I feel guilty because she has the same problems I do, she is cursed by a subconscious that likes steal thoughts out of the conscious mind rendering the person unable to remember anything but basic motor functions. Although I lose even that sometimes.
The best thing about my roommate is that she willingly sings Disney songs in the room at the top of her lungs with me. The times people ask us to shut up (always) we take a car for a drive so that we can sing and not bother people. It is so exhilarating. There is nothing quit as therapeutic as screaming your lungs out in a car to the approximate tune of a favorite childhood song.
I have lots of other fun adventures with my roommate, and I will be sure to document the ones in the future. She is an awesome girl who is just enough off kilter for us to be great friends.
Nanowrimo
November is National Novel Writers Month. Why am I pointing this out at the beginning of September? Because I just signed up to do it. For those of you who don't know NaNoWriMo is an entire month that is dedicated to writing a novel, to be more specific it is giving writers a specific time and amount. 30 days to write 50,000 words. Which is approximately 174 pages.
This is my first year participating and I don't think I will be able to meet the 50,000 words by the deadline. I would need to write 1,667 words a day to make the deadline.
I always thought it was called a deadline because by the time you actually made it across you were dead. At least that is what it seems like in my college classes.
You may be wondering why I would subject myself to such a brutal program. Why would anyone try pump out that many words in one month? Honestly I don't know. I just know that I want to try, that I want to pour out all of my creativity on this project. I know I will hit the point when everything seems hopeless when the words won't come, but I am going to write anyway. It is a challenge that will force me to grow as a writer. And probably not sleep for a month as well.
This is my first year participating and I don't think I will be able to meet the 50,000 words by the deadline. I would need to write 1,667 words a day to make the deadline.
I always thought it was called a deadline because by the time you actually made it across you were dead. At least that is what it seems like in my college classes.
You may be wondering why I would subject myself to such a brutal program. Why would anyone try pump out that many words in one month? Honestly I don't know. I just know that I want to try, that I want to pour out all of my creativity on this project. I know I will hit the point when everything seems hopeless when the words won't come, but I am going to write anyway. It is a challenge that will force me to grow as a writer. And probably not sleep for a month as well.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Labor day fun
A long weekend ended in a rather humorous way and the week started rather unpleasantly. I set my alarm clock last night for just after 8, when it went off I almost threw it across the room to shut the stupid thing off. I reset my alarm for later and actually got up when it went off that time. After taking a shower I noticed that my wall clock had the wrong time on it. It was an hour ahead. At least it was an hour ahead of my alarm clock.
Some how my alarm clock had gotten an hour ahead and instead of going off around 8 a.m. it went off around 7 a.m. which explains why I could not wake up. Today started off earlier than necessary and yesterday started with my puking my guts out.
I wasn't feeling good and one of my friends gave me some vitamin pills, not knowing I hadn't eaten anything yet, and apparently if I can't take vitamins without eating something first. It was the fist time in almost six years, that I can remember, that I had thrown up. Most of the time I just sit in a huddle and pray the pain will go away!
I had spent the day before at the ren fest in Kansas City and on the way home a friend bought me KitKat bar that I accidentally let melt before being able to eat it. I put in the freezer when I got home last night and ate it for breakfast. It was the only thing I had eaten when the vitamin fiasco was going on. Basically I fail at being a friend. I forgot to eat it let it melt, then after freezing it I eat it only to throw it up later... fail.
That was my exciting weekend. Fat gypsies and vomit. Go me!
Some how my alarm clock had gotten an hour ahead and instead of going off around 8 a.m. it went off around 7 a.m. which explains why I could not wake up. Today started off earlier than necessary and yesterday started with my puking my guts out.
I wasn't feeling good and one of my friends gave me some vitamin pills, not knowing I hadn't eaten anything yet, and apparently if I can't take vitamins without eating something first. It was the fist time in almost six years, that I can remember, that I had thrown up. Most of the time I just sit in a huddle and pray the pain will go away!
I had spent the day before at the ren fest in Kansas City and on the way home a friend bought me KitKat bar that I accidentally let melt before being able to eat it. I put in the freezer when I got home last night and ate it for breakfast. It was the only thing I had eaten when the vitamin fiasco was going on. Basically I fail at being a friend. I forgot to eat it let it melt, then after freezing it I eat it only to throw it up later... fail.
That was my exciting weekend. Fat gypsies and vomit. Go me!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Incomparable genius, yes I am talking about myself.
I tie-dyed a dress of mine in hope that it could be altered to make an outfit for the renaissance festival. I doubt it, but it wouldn't be a normal year if I wasn't scrounging to find stuff for a costume. The first time I went my mother made a felt squires outfit and I wore all black under it, it was a fucking hot day and I wanted to shoot myself.
The outfit that was not only hot but kinda on the fail side of life.
The second time I went to ren fest I spend the 72 hours before leaving, and a few hours in the car, sewing a three piece outfit. It was the first time I had ever taken on a sewing project by myself and it was the first time since I was a freshman in high school that I had touched a sewing machine. I want to say that I was a sophomore in college the second time I went. I also decided it would be a great idea to make the pattern myself. I swam in the cloths all day, I made the outfit for someone several times larger than me. The costume was also black and I about passed out from the heat.
Third times a charm right? Not for me. I, fortunately, had my mother make a gypsy skirt for me, it is freaking awesome! The only problem was that I have no shirts to go with it. None. Talk about a bad day. I ended up wearing my gypsy-esk costume to my fourth ren fest, but I refuse to wear it this year. I am tired of wearing the same costume, especially a costume that isn't even finished and that is patched together in a not gypsy way. It looks pretty bad.
My friends making me look better at life. They are pretty much awesome.
As I was going through the pictures I remembered how epically awesome the trip was. I will post about the awesome trip me and my friends took later.
The outfit that was not only hot but kinda on the fail side of life.
The second time I went to ren fest I spend the 72 hours before leaving, and a few hours in the car, sewing a three piece outfit. It was the first time I had ever taken on a sewing project by myself and it was the first time since I was a freshman in high school that I had touched a sewing machine. I want to say that I was a sophomore in college the second time I went. I also decided it would be a great idea to make the pattern myself. I swam in the cloths all day, I made the outfit for someone several times larger than me. The costume was also black and I about passed out from the heat.
Third times a charm right? Not for me. I, fortunately, had my mother make a gypsy skirt for me, it is freaking awesome! The only problem was that I have no shirts to go with it. None. Talk about a bad day. I ended up wearing my gypsy-esk costume to my fourth ren fest, but I refuse to wear it this year. I am tired of wearing the same costume, especially a costume that isn't even finished and that is patched together in a not gypsy way. It looks pretty bad.
My friends making me look better at life. They are pretty much awesome.
As I was going through the pictures I remembered how epically awesome the trip was. I will post about the awesome trip me and my friends took later.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Bad beginning
Last week my senior year of college started. This should have been a joyous moment, for I am not only senior, I am a graduating senior. Big difference. A huge difference. It means that in less than ten months I will be receiving a diploma that states I have successfully managed to make them believe I give a shit. Which frankly I don't.
This momentous day was horrendous, the entire week was just down right fucking awful. I wanted to shoot someone, preferably me. It was in the top of worst experiences ever, which is damn impressive because I have voluntarily done a lot of stupid things, like snort chili powder (in my defense I was two at the time and my siblings told me to smell something they had put a straw in. That was the dawning of my severe trust issues. I mean who makes a two-year-old sniff chili powder? Pixistix on the other hand were all my own fault).
The year started with me spilling coffee in my first class, which is also a math class that is at 8:30 in the morning. I know some people who do not think that is early, but for a college student it is not early, it is fucking early. It is so early I normally cannot string two words together coherently. I know I am not the most eloquent person ever, I am just substantially worse before 10 a.m.
It does not help that I am a staff member for my school newspaper (which is freaking awesome!) and stay up late trying to get articles written. The next morning I am usually screwed because I get less than 5 hours of sleep. Basically my schedule sucks and I am a very bitter vindictive person.
My boss is evil. He asked me, well not just me, to write a story about my college experience, specifically about the college I go to, the college I pray will be blown up when I wake up in the morning, the college that is evil and wont let me move off campus. I hate my school, hence my boss being evil for asking me to write something positive. Pure evil. My attitude towards the school is a problem because I work in the marketing department. What's even more funny is that a few other people I work with hate the school just as much and we are spend the day writing press releases about how awesome it is. I am positive that is one of the reason I want to borrow Fionia from Burn Notice. Her understanding of explosives would be helpful.
Anyway I had been meaning to tell about the creepy event of the school year. Almost two weeks have passed since school started and it has all been Bad. Not bad, Bad. I have not been quite in my bitching (shocking. Note: sarcasm). Turns out the deans had heard what a bad time I was having and made me a card and cookies. I almost didn't eat the cookies because I thought they might be poisoned. Like I said earlier, it has been a Bad few weeks.
My roommate ended up eating a cookie before I could warn her. When she didn't die, or get nasty sick, I decided they were safe to eat. I think I might be a little paranoid. Nah.
This momentous day was horrendous, the entire week was just down right fucking awful. I wanted to shoot someone, preferably me. It was in the top of worst experiences ever, which is damn impressive because I have voluntarily done a lot of stupid things, like snort chili powder (in my defense I was two at the time and my siblings told me to smell something they had put a straw in. That was the dawning of my severe trust issues. I mean who makes a two-year-old sniff chili powder? Pixistix on the other hand were all my own fault).
The year started with me spilling coffee in my first class, which is also a math class that is at 8:30 in the morning. I know some people who do not think that is early, but for a college student it is not early, it is fucking early. It is so early I normally cannot string two words together coherently. I know I am not the most eloquent person ever, I am just substantially worse before 10 a.m.
It does not help that I am a staff member for my school newspaper (which is freaking awesome!) and stay up late trying to get articles written. The next morning I am usually screwed because I get less than 5 hours of sleep. Basically my schedule sucks and I am a very bitter vindictive person.
My boss is evil. He asked me, well not just me, to write a story about my college experience, specifically about the college I go to, the college I pray will be blown up when I wake up in the morning, the college that is evil and wont let me move off campus. I hate my school, hence my boss being evil for asking me to write something positive. Pure evil. My attitude towards the school is a problem because I work in the marketing department. What's even more funny is that a few other people I work with hate the school just as much and we are spend the day writing press releases about how awesome it is. I am positive that is one of the reason I want to borrow Fionia from Burn Notice. Her understanding of explosives would be helpful.
Anyway I had been meaning to tell about the creepy event of the school year. Almost two weeks have passed since school started and it has all been Bad. Not bad, Bad. I have not been quite in my bitching (shocking. Note: sarcasm). Turns out the deans had heard what a bad time I was having and made me a card and cookies. I almost didn't eat the cookies because I thought they might be poisoned. Like I said earlier, it has been a Bad few weeks.
My roommate ended up eating a cookie before I could warn her. When she didn't die, or get nasty sick, I decided they were safe to eat. I think I might be a little paranoid. Nah.
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