[#26] Am Ridiculously Unhappy

i. ( WHY IS MY LAPTOP SO IMPORTANT TO ME?! )

ii. In other news, USSO was hella boring. THREE HOURS LONG. Most of that was spent doing absolutely nothing. She spent most of the time babbling on and on and on about.... I'm actually not sure what. I started tuning her out as I focused on restoring my laptop. Yeah. Then in the last thirty minutes talking about actual history, but I was already too far gone that I wasn't paying attention. Not that it mattered. What she was saying I'd already learnt from reading 61 pages of the textbook (which, I must add, I didn't need to). I did learn that the Indians retaliated against all the European diseases by giving them, get this, syphilis. Hysterical.

iii. Advanced Grammar: "I'm gonna stick that sucker somewhere you can't find it."
Critical Reading & Writing: We spent 10 minutes on attendance as my Prof tried to learn everyone's name as she went through the roster and tried to get everyone's name right. Could've been annoying, but was hysterical.
"'Kay, we have to start over again because I fucked up."
"I hate the name game because then I would have to share."
"I completely agree with you." "Excellent. A."
Student: "Kissing leads to other things some times."
Students: "She just wanted to be held, he wanted more." "Urgent hunger, huh?"
You know, as much as I bitch about this being a poetry class, it's actually one of my favorite classes because the professor makes it so enjoyable. Seriously. She's hysterical. Plus, I guess the poetry isn't terrible. Until people over-analyze and it makes my head go ugh. A red wheelbarrow is sometimes just a red wheelbarrow, people.

Don't have anymore stuff. Am not really thinking about it. Am ending in an irregular number. If only Monk could see me now. (Ironically, just got done watching Monk. Ha.)

[#26] Am Ridiculously Unhappy

i. ( WHY IS MY LAPTOP SO IMPORTANT TO ME?! )

ii. In other news, USSO was hella boring. THREE HOURS LONG. Most of that was spent doing absolutely nothing. She spent most of the time babbling on and on and on about.... I'm actually not sure what. I started tuning her out as I focused on restoring my laptop. Yeah. Then in the last thirty minutes talking about actual history, but I was already too far gone that I wasn't paying attention. Not that it mattered. What she was saying I'd already learnt from reading 61 pages of the textbook (which, I must add, I didn't need to). I did learn that the Indians retaliated against all the European diseases by giving them, get this, syphilis. Hysterical.

iii. Advanced Grammar: "I'm gonna stick that sucker somewhere you can't find it."
Critical Reading & Writing: We spent 10 minutes on attendance as my Prof tried to learn everyone's name as she went through the roster and tried to get everyone's name right. Could've been annoying, but was hysterical.
"'Kay, we have to start over again because I fucked up."
"I hate the name game because then I would have to share."
"I completely agree with you." "Excellent. A."
Student: "Kissing leads to other things some times."
Students: "She just wanted to be held, he wanted more." "Urgent hunger, huh?"
You know, as much as I bitch about this being a poetry class, it's actually one of my favorite classes because the professor makes it so enjoyable. Seriously. She's hysterical. Plus, I guess the poetry isn't terrible. Until people over-analyze and it makes my head go ugh. A red wheelbarrow is sometimes just a red wheelbarrow, people.

Don't have anymore stuff. Am not really thinking about it. Am ending in an irregular number. If only Monk could see me now. (Ironically, just got done watching Monk. Ha.)