Well, Halloween was... interesting. Not everything went as planned, but you had a nice day and an even better evening and you figure if you put off writing about it anymore, Sea Monkey will come home, beat you, and then fly back to Australia to finish her semester, so... yeah, as much as you want to see her, you've decided to just write.
Saturday you woke up at quarter of 7 so you could be at work by 8. The floor change was... a fiasco. Your friend was running it, and it wasn't her fault that the thing was botched, but as she had a small melt-down in the backroom, you had a six girls all staring at you asking for something to do because you had seniority. You ended up having them do things that then needed to be redone or, worse, undone, but finally everything got straightened out... for the most part.
You left work at 12:30, called Lush for some liquor advice, and then hit the liquor store and the grocery store for stuff for the party at Bi Babe's. Then, you went home to answer the door... which didn't happen a great deal. You have a great deal of Blow Pops, Snickers and Peanut M&Ms at home... Not a good situation.
You made dinner at 7:30, locked the door at 8, finished watching an episode of Law and Order on the DVR, and then went off to spiffy up for the party...
You go to Bi Babe's and... you looked pretty out of place. A great deal of people were not wearing costumes. And Bi Babe wasn't actually out of her bedroom yet, as she was still getting dressed... So finally, after some awkward moments, you made yourself useful, setting up food and some booze, and then you finally got yourself admitted to the Bi Babe's personal quarters to assist her in dressing. (You felt like a handmaiden, it was great.)
After she came out to the party, things picked up. She started playing music, turned on a whole bunch of black lights, and started trying to make introductions. And that's about when you made yourself a Bacardi Limon and Sprite (thanks, again, Lush for the advice) and you started drinking.
There was beer pong (meh), dancing (yay!), and plenty of laughs. You made yourself useful as bartender for a little while, and made some... strong drinks? (Whoops.)
After a while, you switched to water, and then thought better of it, and went to switch back to Bacardi. And then you found that someone had finished your rum. And you threw a hissy fit... till a cute boy calmed you down with a bottle of Grey Goose he had hidden away in the freezer.
And that's how you discovered you really like Grey Goose.
The party got a little weird when a drunk straight girl started flirting with you in front of her boyfriend. He didn't seem to mind, but you were a little weirded out when she hopped into your lap during the costume contest. She left soon after, though, and then you were suddenly pegged to judge the men in the costume contest because, y'know, you're a homo. Which was fine. You enjoyed being the flaming flirt you often don't get to be in public...
There were only two downers: you had to leave early because you needed to go to work in the morning, so you were a little disappointed you never got to get really blitzed. And then there was Operation Bag-A-Boy. The boy in question, Bi Babe's neighnor, never showed. He got stuck in the city... but you think he's going to be getting your number soon, so... Here's hoping something happens soon in that regard...
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
The Week That Gets Better and Better
This week, so far, has been... fantastic. You really haven't had such a fun school week in a long time...
Wednesday, you had a pretty abysmal day at school. It was rainy and dreary and you were pretty much miserable in all of your classes... that made the whole dinner and drinks thing with Lil Miss Evil after class so much more enjoyable. Wednesday was a great night for firsts... Your first martini (mmm, pomegranate!), your first time getting carded, the first time you spilled alcohol on yourself...
Yeah. Go ahead and laugh, it's a little funny. You made a move to pick up your coffee (spiked with Frangelico and something else tasty) and... the cup slipped from your fingers. And so... you ended up with a very sticky chest and a huge dark splotch on the front of your turtleneck.
Thursday, you ran errands, bought some books with a gift card from your birthday, and then you went to work. You actually really enjoyed work: one of your regular customers came in and attached herself to your hip for almost an hour, and you acted like her personal shopper, which was good because the store needed the money she was willing to shell out. (Side note: you held your first BLACK CARD. Like, THE black card. It was metal. It was almost too thick for the card reader to take.)
And today, you had a lot of fun, too. MamaBird couldn't do brunch, but you slept in and went to class where you entertained yourself on your laptop until it was time to go to lunch with Perfume Princess. Afterwards, you swung by your old job...
Well, that was the only thing that really dampened your mood this week.
Of the two friends you made working at this other job, one remains an employee. You don't know how she stands it. She barely can. But something was nagging you. When you were let go, you were told you were welcome back when the store perked up again around the summer. And here it is, October, almost November, and there are plenty of people working there. But not you.
So you asked your friend who still works there today. And what she told you literally made your jaw drop. It takes a great deal to actually shock you, and you were... dumbfounded.
Apparently, a "girl at the sunglass place" told a security guard that you wanted to "give him a blowjob" and he told his boss who is buddy-buddy with the Ice Queen, and she told your friend that was why you weren't going to be asked back.
Here's why that is complete bullshit:
1. The only time you ever went to that sunglass store was to hand out coupons for the store, and you wouldn't have been so unprofessional as to say something like that.
2. You don't normally tell strangers that you want to give people blowjobs.
3. You don't find any of the security guards, past or present, attractive. (Most are down-right ugly.) Ergo, you wouldn't have been saying you wanted to fellate any of them.
So, yeah... you wanted to rip someone's throat out. And as soon as your friend who still works there (hopefully) gets the job she was applying for somewhere (hell, anywhere) else, you plan on going in and giving your old boss a peace of your fucking mind. Really, think about it: you can say whatever you want to the bitch. You're never going to use her for a reference again: she obviously will say just about anything about anyone. (Gossiping bitch.) What really upsets you is that you know she can't have only told your friend, who she barely likes. She had to have told all of her friends she hired after you left... Uggh! Bitch.
Well, isn't that nice. This pleasant little blog post went from happy to crappy in no time flat. Sorry kids... apparently, you have a lot more than sticky, booze-laced coffee on your chest...
Wednesday, you had a pretty abysmal day at school. It was rainy and dreary and you were pretty much miserable in all of your classes... that made the whole dinner and drinks thing with Lil Miss Evil after class so much more enjoyable. Wednesday was a great night for firsts... Your first martini (mmm, pomegranate!), your first time getting carded, the first time you spilled alcohol on yourself...
Yeah. Go ahead and laugh, it's a little funny. You made a move to pick up your coffee (spiked with Frangelico and something else tasty) and... the cup slipped from your fingers. And so... you ended up with a very sticky chest and a huge dark splotch on the front of your turtleneck.
Thursday, you ran errands, bought some books with a gift card from your birthday, and then you went to work. You actually really enjoyed work: one of your regular customers came in and attached herself to your hip for almost an hour, and you acted like her personal shopper, which was good because the store needed the money she was willing to shell out. (Side note: you held your first BLACK CARD. Like, THE black card. It was metal. It was almost too thick for the card reader to take.)
And today, you had a lot of fun, too. MamaBird couldn't do brunch, but you slept in and went to class where you entertained yourself on your laptop until it was time to go to lunch with Perfume Princess. Afterwards, you swung by your old job...
Well, that was the only thing that really dampened your mood this week.
Of the two friends you made working at this other job, one remains an employee. You don't know how she stands it. She barely can. But something was nagging you. When you were let go, you were told you were welcome back when the store perked up again around the summer. And here it is, October, almost November, and there are plenty of people working there. But not you.
So you asked your friend who still works there today. And what she told you literally made your jaw drop. It takes a great deal to actually shock you, and you were... dumbfounded.
Apparently, a "girl at the sunglass place" told a security guard that you wanted to "give him a blowjob" and he told his boss who is buddy-buddy with the Ice Queen, and she told your friend that was why you weren't going to be asked back.
Here's why that is complete bullshit:
1. The only time you ever went to that sunglass store was to hand out coupons for the store, and you wouldn't have been so unprofessional as to say something like that.
2. You don't normally tell strangers that you want to give people blowjobs.
3. You don't find any of the security guards, past or present, attractive. (Most are down-right ugly.) Ergo, you wouldn't have been saying you wanted to fellate any of them.
So, yeah... you wanted to rip someone's throat out. And as soon as your friend who still works there (hopefully) gets the job she was applying for somewhere (hell, anywhere) else, you plan on going in and giving your old boss a peace of your fucking mind. Really, think about it: you can say whatever you want to the bitch. You're never going to use her for a reference again: she obviously will say just about anything about anyone. (Gossiping bitch.) What really upsets you is that you know she can't have only told your friend, who she barely likes. She had to have told all of her friends she hired after you left... Uggh! Bitch.
Well, isn't that nice. This pleasant little blog post went from happy to crappy in no time flat. Sorry kids... apparently, you have a lot more than sticky, booze-laced coffee on your chest...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
So Much To Look Forward To...
Well, over the past week you turned the big 2-1. You haven't gotten around to drinking yet: you had work Saturday, the mommles had friends over Sunday, and Monday you had class and were too interested in going home and throwing your feet up. Today, you were too interested in going to Wegman's (hot damn that place is awesome) and getting your homework done (ew, another Russian History paper after last week's gross midterm!)
But all that's going to change.
Tomorrow, you're going out to dinner with a friend from class. You're going to call her... Little Miss Evil. You two have two classes together in the afternoon, and you're going out for dinner and drinks after Wednesday's class. (You'll probably need it, that Ed Psych class could drive anyone to drink!) You just love her because... she's like a little devil. Like in those cartoons where the little devil pops onto the shoulder and the little angel pops onto the other? She looks like the angel, but she's naughty-bad!
Thursday you have work, but you're planning on enjoying yourself. Nothing is going to bring you down this week!
Friday you're going to have a birthday brunch with MamaBird before your Russian History class, and then after class you're having a birthday lunch with your old coworker, Perfume Princess. Friday night you're planning on staying in and having a nice dinner at home...
Saturday, Halloween, you're working from 8 in the morning till noon helping to change the store fixtures. Then, you're off to go home and answer the door and see all the little cowboys and princesses and what-not. And after that... you're off to Bi Babe's for a Halloween party that you you may never forget (or remember!) You're extra excited because there is a possibility you'll be hooking up with Bi Babe's hot neighbor who you met the last time you were at her place. When you met him, you fell instantly in lust, and as soon as he left you told Bi Babe, who complained he always wanted her to hook up. You told her to tell him the next time that he asked that you were interested.
She called on Sunday and left a message screaming about how awesome she was.
She was right, she is awesome.
He's down.
Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, you might be free of this dry spell at last!
And as if that wasn't enough goodness, you're looking forward to all sorts of goodness in November, including a day with Lush out and about, lots of Thanksgiving goodness, hopefully the return of the Sea Monkey, and, possibly the most exciting thing of all (at least your geek side thinks so!), tickets to see Star Wars the Musical with the Mistress of Fondue. You're so excited you literally were jumping up and down when you bought the (very good) tickets online...
Yeah, you're happy. You have things to look forwards to, and you don't care who knows it...
But all that's going to change.
Tomorrow, you're going out to dinner with a friend from class. You're going to call her... Little Miss Evil. You two have two classes together in the afternoon, and you're going out for dinner and drinks after Wednesday's class. (You'll probably need it, that Ed Psych class could drive anyone to drink!) You just love her because... she's like a little devil. Like in those cartoons where the little devil pops onto the shoulder and the little angel pops onto the other? She looks like the angel, but she's naughty-bad!
Thursday you have work, but you're planning on enjoying yourself. Nothing is going to bring you down this week!
Friday you're going to have a birthday brunch with MamaBird before your Russian History class, and then after class you're having a birthday lunch with your old coworker, Perfume Princess. Friday night you're planning on staying in and having a nice dinner at home...
Saturday, Halloween, you're working from 8 in the morning till noon helping to change the store fixtures. Then, you're off to go home and answer the door and see all the little cowboys and princesses and what-not. And after that... you're off to Bi Babe's for a Halloween party that you you may never forget (or remember!) You're extra excited because there is a possibility you'll be hooking up with Bi Babe's hot neighbor who you met the last time you were at her place. When you met him, you fell instantly in lust, and as soon as he left you told Bi Babe, who complained he always wanted her to hook up. You told her to tell him the next time that he asked that you were interested.
She called on Sunday and left a message screaming about how awesome she was.
She was right, she is awesome.
He's down.
Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, you might be free of this dry spell at last!
And as if that wasn't enough goodness, you're looking forward to all sorts of goodness in November, including a day with Lush out and about, lots of Thanksgiving goodness, hopefully the return of the Sea Monkey, and, possibly the most exciting thing of all (at least your geek side thinks so!), tickets to see Star Wars the Musical with the Mistress of Fondue. You're so excited you literally were jumping up and down when you bought the (very good) tickets online...
Yeah, you're happy. You have things to look forwards to, and you don't care who knows it...
Friday, October 23, 2009
A Crazy Week Comes to an End
You have had a crazy, fun, weird, exhausting week. Tuesday you did... nothing. You did some homework. You had planned on cleaning the house and starting your Russian History midterm... Nope. You didn't. You did your homework due Wednesday and then you watched tv and you just acted like a bum. Maybe you needed it?
Wednesday you met with two girls from your Russian history class and discussed how stupid the exam question was, and then you sat there while they watched you translate the question from academia into English. You were pretty cranky all day because you just didn't want to be at school. You got your American National Government test back, though, and you got an A+ so you're super happy. Then you went home and cleaned the house because on Thursday people were coming over...
And on Thursday you woke up feeling crappy. This, plus people coming, plus your exam made you call out from work, which was good because by the end of the day you felt pretty lousy. If you had gone to work you would have been miserable. Your midterm essay was, if anything, spectacular. You really enjoyed writing it, and you think it'll get top marks. You finished the paper at around one, and then you went to bed.
This morning, you woke up and made breakfast, and then after class (and a great deal of time spent staring at the Russian hottie in class) you went home... to be lazy. But late this afternoon you got the uhmph up to clean some more... And then, before you plopped down for some tv, you plopped down to write this blog post. It was kind of spur of the moment, but you're definitely trying to be a little more active as a blogger...
And so, that was your week in a nutshell. Tomorrow you have work in the afternoon, and then Sunday you took off work because family friends were coming to visit. And then, next week... THE BIG 2-1! You're kind of excited, kind of nervous, and kind of ready for the drinking to commence... which seems like it might, with gusto, on Halloween, when you're pretty sure Bi Babe is having a party. It should be a ghoulish good time...
Wednesday you met with two girls from your Russian history class and discussed how stupid the exam question was, and then you sat there while they watched you translate the question from academia into English. You were pretty cranky all day because you just didn't want to be at school. You got your American National Government test back, though, and you got an A+ so you're super happy. Then you went home and cleaned the house because on Thursday people were coming over...
And on Thursday you woke up feeling crappy. This, plus people coming, plus your exam made you call out from work, which was good because by the end of the day you felt pretty lousy. If you had gone to work you would have been miserable. Your midterm essay was, if anything, spectacular. You really enjoyed writing it, and you think it'll get top marks. You finished the paper at around one, and then you went to bed.
This morning, you woke up and made breakfast, and then after class (and a great deal of time spent staring at the Russian hottie in class) you went home... to be lazy. But late this afternoon you got the uhmph up to clean some more... And then, before you plopped down for some tv, you plopped down to write this blog post. It was kind of spur of the moment, but you're definitely trying to be a little more active as a blogger...
And so, that was your week in a nutshell. Tomorrow you have work in the afternoon, and then Sunday you took off work because family friends were coming to visit. And then, next week... THE BIG 2-1! You're kind of excited, kind of nervous, and kind of ready for the drinking to commence... which seems like it might, with gusto, on Halloween, when you're pretty sure Bi Babe is having a party. It should be a ghoulish good time...
Monday, October 19, 2009
Thoughts From Your Day...
So you made a commitment, more to yourself than to your readers, to do better with this blogging business, and so here you are, ready to share. You're hope there are people still reading because, well, you haven't been very good about writing lately so your readers have no reason to be good readers!
Anyway, you went about your day thinking about what you'd discuss in your blog, but nothing was so awe-inspiring that you had a full topic, and so... you're going to give you some thoughts.
You had your US History exam today, and while you don't think you did fantastically, you feel confident you didn't fail. Glass half full, anyone?
Because of the large gap between classes on Monday and the amount of money you've been spending on food lately, you've started going home for lunch on Mondays. Before you went home, you hit the Halloween store that opened up on the route you normally take home. You bought a five foot tall skeleton, a hundred feet of crime scene tape, and a cloths line of bloody knives. You hung your skinny bony bitch friend by the neck from a tree with some rope after lunch and then hurried off to class. You're planning on finishing tomorrow, and you may or may not take pictures... you're kinda proud of your fake noose. It looks pretty realistic. Pretty much glass nicely full.
Instead of your usual American National Government class, today you had to listen to a guest speaker from the UN discuss how higher education institutions could work with the UN to help further the UN mission statement... The whole thing was rather dry and you really just sat there cold (some asshole opened the windows in the back of room... right where you were with your friend) and wondering why you were sitting there instead of learning about the Constitution or something... At the end of the cold, boring torture, though, your prof hinted you had the grade on last week's midterm. By hint, you mean he basically came out and said it to you. Glass completely fuuullll! Hell, thy cup over-fucking-floweth.
It was hard to fathom a more unctuous environment than that freezing cold room with the UN speaker... but then you entered your Ed Psych classroom. It was literally like an oven. You legit almost passed out, and everyone left panting. The temperature difference just between the classroom and the hallway outside was at least ten degrees. It was truly an excruciating hour or so... and that was without taking into account the boring video and bland, repetitive lesson. There was one glimmer of a smile the whole class, when you were filling out a work sheet and you started to think about the teacher who most affected the way you learn, and you began thinking of your favorite prof from your favorite class of all time, your AmerLit class from last fall where you met Mama Bird... But then the prof's voice cut into your smily day dream and you kept on panting. Glass evaporated to completely empty.
On your way home, you saw something that made you... giddy. You saw snow fencing, which doesn't seem exciting to most people, but you still enjoy a whole lot of snow, and when they start throwing up snow fencing in October, it gets you excited at the possibility of lots and lots of snow. You're hoping for a genuine white Christmas this year... Is it too early to say that? Meh, what the hell, your Christmas Diva has been on overload at work lately with all the Christmas products rolling out... Glass nicely frosted, shall we say?
All in all, today wasn't a bad day, it wasn't a good day... it was... a day. In the grand scheme of things, though, that's all you can ask for, because you might not have a tomorrow...
Anyway, you went about your day thinking about what you'd discuss in your blog, but nothing was so awe-inspiring that you had a full topic, and so... you're going to give you some thoughts.
You had your US History exam today, and while you don't think you did fantastically, you feel confident you didn't fail. Glass half full, anyone?
Because of the large gap between classes on Monday and the amount of money you've been spending on food lately, you've started going home for lunch on Mondays. Before you went home, you hit the Halloween store that opened up on the route you normally take home. You bought a five foot tall skeleton, a hundred feet of crime scene tape, and a cloths line of bloody knives. You hung your skinny bony bitch friend by the neck from a tree with some rope after lunch and then hurried off to class. You're planning on finishing tomorrow, and you may or may not take pictures... you're kinda proud of your fake noose. It looks pretty realistic. Pretty much glass nicely full.
Instead of your usual American National Government class, today you had to listen to a guest speaker from the UN discuss how higher education institutions could work with the UN to help further the UN mission statement... The whole thing was rather dry and you really just sat there cold (some asshole opened the windows in the back of room... right where you were with your friend) and wondering why you were sitting there instead of learning about the Constitution or something... At the end of the cold, boring torture, though, your prof hinted you had the grade on last week's midterm. By hint, you mean he basically came out and said it to you. Glass completely fuuullll! Hell, thy cup over-fucking-floweth.
It was hard to fathom a more unctuous environment than that freezing cold room with the UN speaker... but then you entered your Ed Psych classroom. It was literally like an oven. You legit almost passed out, and everyone left panting. The temperature difference just between the classroom and the hallway outside was at least ten degrees. It was truly an excruciating hour or so... and that was without taking into account the boring video and bland, repetitive lesson. There was one glimmer of a smile the whole class, when you were filling out a work sheet and you started to think about the teacher who most affected the way you learn, and you began thinking of your favorite prof from your favorite class of all time, your AmerLit class from last fall where you met Mama Bird... But then the prof's voice cut into your smily day dream and you kept on panting. Glass evaporated to completely empty.
On your way home, you saw something that made you... giddy. You saw snow fencing, which doesn't seem exciting to most people, but you still enjoy a whole lot of snow, and when they start throwing up snow fencing in October, it gets you excited at the possibility of lots and lots of snow. You're hoping for a genuine white Christmas this year... Is it too early to say that? Meh, what the hell, your Christmas Diva has been on overload at work lately with all the Christmas products rolling out... Glass nicely frosted, shall we say?
All in all, today wasn't a bad day, it wasn't a good day... it was... a day. In the grand scheme of things, though, that's all you can ask for, because you might not have a tomorrow...
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Uggh, You Know...
...bad blogger! You've been dealing with the wonderful job of being a slave to the retail beast and being a university student. Sorry, blog readers, time flies, whether you're having fun or not.
Last week was a lot of going to classes, studying, and worrying about midterms. You were supposed to have a midterm in US History, which was postponed till tomorrow, and you took your American National Government midterm on Wednesday, so between that and homework and class, you didn't have a lot of time left to do things, and as much as you love writing, and in particular blogging, you had a choice between blogging or seeing friends, and Bi Babe and MamaBird won out.
But excuses, excuses. You are sorry, but you really haven't had a great deal of time to write. Tonight, though, you're taking time before doing your current event for Amer. Nat. Gov. and starting your take-home Russian History midterm due Friday to write.
You're in a single digit count-down till your twenty-first birthday. It's been weighing a lot on your mind. On top of tests and grades and homework and studying, you need to somehow decide what to do to celebrate your twenty-first, and you seem to have quite a few people interested in your plans for your first weekend as a legal adult.
Additionally, you're worried about school. You need to somehow pay the IRS (if you're lost, read this) so that you can get your financial aid finally processed. But first, you need to be paid. So hopefully, Friday, in addition to handing in your Russian History midterm, you'll be sending off two letters: one to the IRS with a check, and one to the financial aid office with a copy of your amended 1040.
Atop all of the money woes, you're just trying to find the time to get everything that needs to be DONE! You need to do homework, study, and write this Russian History paper, which seems less appealing every time you think about it...
Really, you're just guilty. You want to write, but you're feeling swamped, and most of the time you get home and it's all you can do to make dinner and glance at the mounting pile of dishes and sigh...
You can do it... You know you can. You just... you're starting to wish there were more hours in the day...
Last week was a lot of going to classes, studying, and worrying about midterms. You were supposed to have a midterm in US History, which was postponed till tomorrow, and you took your American National Government midterm on Wednesday, so between that and homework and class, you didn't have a lot of time left to do things, and as much as you love writing, and in particular blogging, you had a choice between blogging or seeing friends, and Bi Babe and MamaBird won out.
But excuses, excuses. You are sorry, but you really haven't had a great deal of time to write. Tonight, though, you're taking time before doing your current event for Amer. Nat. Gov. and starting your take-home Russian History midterm due Friday to write.
You're in a single digit count-down till your twenty-first birthday. It's been weighing a lot on your mind. On top of tests and grades and homework and studying, you need to somehow decide what to do to celebrate your twenty-first, and you seem to have quite a few people interested in your plans for your first weekend as a legal adult.
Additionally, you're worried about school. You need to somehow pay the IRS (if you're lost, read this) so that you can get your financial aid finally processed. But first, you need to be paid. So hopefully, Friday, in addition to handing in your Russian History midterm, you'll be sending off two letters: one to the IRS with a check, and one to the financial aid office with a copy of your amended 1040.
Atop all of the money woes, you're just trying to find the time to get everything that needs to be DONE! You need to do homework, study, and write this Russian History paper, which seems less appealing every time you think about it...
Really, you're just guilty. You want to write, but you're feeling swamped, and most of the time you get home and it's all you can do to make dinner and glance at the mounting pile of dishes and sigh...
You can do it... You know you can. You just... you're starting to wish there were more hours in the day...
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Crazy Pants!
Today was a sort of crazy pants day... You'll go through it by classes and such.
The AM:
You woke up... kinda early. It was weird. You have sort of a cascading set of alarms and you only had to turn off like two of like six. (Stop laughing. Don't judge bitches.) You took like... no time in the bathroom getting ready... and then, you mopped the floors with the Swiffer Wet pad before you left for class because you knew the mommles' friend was coming for lunch and you wanted the house to look presentable. (This is all very weird behavior.)
US History:
You showed up twenty minutes early to class and instead of ignoring your classmates, you actually had a conversation. It was bizarre. Even weirder, you didn't pay any attention in class, which is weird because this is normally the class you can keep it together for. You spent the time reading for your Russian History debate for Friday and staring at the hot senior you were sitting next to...
Russian History:
The hot guy with the sexy hands was not in class. Other than that, nothing really out-of-the-ordinary happened... which could be a problem since this one guy kept pulling his idiotic "look-at-me" routine. He sits on the other side of the Ukrainian/Russian guy you sit next to and have the hots for, and every time the prof says something Russian (his fave is "Vladimir") he repeats it in a whisper, trying to be funny. Which it isn't.
Debate Team Meeting:
After class your debate team met up in the Student Center. The other team did not. You know this because their team leader came into the cafeteria, saw your group, and came over to tell you how envious he was of your group. That's when the hot Ukrainian/Russian guy said it was all because of you. (Your heart may have skipped a beat.) It was nice to be recognized as the fabulous person you are...
American National Government:
On Monday, in class, you started to think. Your prof's name is the same as one of the kids you had last year in the fourth grade class at the Catholic School. He has a fifth grader son... So today in class you went out on a limb and asked if his kid went to the school. He said, yes, he did have a son in the school. ...Here's hoping you never upset his kid and he doesn't go home and the kid blasts you? If the role was reversed and your student was mean to your son... You'd probably black-ball him. So... Everyone think happy things!
Education Psychology:
Monday you took a test. Today you got it back. With a hand out explaining how to find the mean, median and mode of a set of numbers. And the prof (whose nipples, thankfully, were not visible tonight) spent fifty minutes of your seventy-five minute class going over not only the test, but the break-down of points, the university grading policy, curves, fourth grade math, and just plain bullshit. Someone actually walked out, and you and several other students literally had to clamp both hands over your mouths to keep from laughing out loud. You literally were in tears...
Last week, you (stupidly) told your friend from American National Government and Ed Psych that your Ed Psych class could not get worse... and obviously tonight proved you wrong.
But for some reason, you put everything from today together, and even thought it's a little crazy pants... you still had a pretty good day...
The AM:
You woke up... kinda early. It was weird. You have sort of a cascading set of alarms and you only had to turn off like two of like six. (Stop laughing. Don't judge bitches.) You took like... no time in the bathroom getting ready... and then, you mopped the floors with the Swiffer Wet pad before you left for class because you knew the mommles' friend was coming for lunch and you wanted the house to look presentable. (This is all very weird behavior.)
US History:
You showed up twenty minutes early to class and instead of ignoring your classmates, you actually had a conversation. It was bizarre. Even weirder, you didn't pay any attention in class, which is weird because this is normally the class you can keep it together for. You spent the time reading for your Russian History debate for Friday and staring at the hot senior you were sitting next to...
Russian History:
The hot guy with the sexy hands was not in class. Other than that, nothing really out-of-the-ordinary happened... which could be a problem since this one guy kept pulling his idiotic "look-at-me" routine. He sits on the other side of the Ukrainian/Russian guy you sit next to and have the hots for, and every time the prof says something Russian (his fave is "Vladimir") he repeats it in a whisper, trying to be funny. Which it isn't.
Debate Team Meeting:
After class your debate team met up in the Student Center. The other team did not. You know this because their team leader came into the cafeteria, saw your group, and came over to tell you how envious he was of your group. That's when the hot Ukrainian/Russian guy said it was all because of you. (Your heart may have skipped a beat.) It was nice to be recognized as the fabulous person you are...
American National Government:
On Monday, in class, you started to think. Your prof's name is the same as one of the kids you had last year in the fourth grade class at the Catholic School. He has a fifth grader son... So today in class you went out on a limb and asked if his kid went to the school. He said, yes, he did have a son in the school. ...Here's hoping you never upset his kid and he doesn't go home and the kid blasts you? If the role was reversed and your student was mean to your son... You'd probably black-ball him. So... Everyone think happy things!
Education Psychology:
Monday you took a test. Today you got it back. With a hand out explaining how to find the mean, median and mode of a set of numbers. And the prof (whose nipples, thankfully, were not visible tonight) spent fifty minutes of your seventy-five minute class going over not only the test, but the break-down of points, the university grading policy, curves, fourth grade math, and just plain bullshit. Someone actually walked out, and you and several other students literally had to clamp both hands over your mouths to keep from laughing out loud. You literally were in tears...
Last week, you (stupidly) told your friend from American National Government and Ed Psych that your Ed Psych class could not get worse... and obviously tonight proved you wrong.
But for some reason, you put everything from today together, and even thought it's a little crazy pants... you still had a pretty good day...
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