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Doing work. Not really. Should be reading a book, the oh-so-not-embarrassing novel I took out of the library, as it would be far better than aspriring to permanently attach my ass to my desk chair by spending incredible amounts of time online.
Ah, the evils of my ethernet connection. Constantly plugged in, never any tying-up-the-phone-line guilt. Therefore, I never sign off.
Today was . . . middling to good, I'd say. Actually, I'll kick it up to good. I started off with my Dumbass Chemistry class -- it's a science class for liberal arts majors. We've been dealing with potential and kinetic energy for a while. It's pointless. I remember all this stuff from high school -- actually, it's so simple that I probably remember it from seventh grade. But the prof bases almost all of the grade on attendance so I actually have to drag my ass to class and stare out the window for 65 minutes.
My tuition dollars at work.
The worst part of the class isn't so much the Utter Borringness of it, but more my *lovely* classmates. I mean, I've been able to avoid a good portion of the Greek population at my college (and by Greek, I mean frat/sorority Greek, not authentic Greek-from-Greece, like my roommate), mostly because my major isn't one of the high-Greek majors. Still, sadly, I am faced with a good portion of them in this science class. It's like high school, but not really high school, but like high school out of a John Hughes movie. Passing notes, looking superior, talking loudly while the professor is trying to teach, etc. It drives me batty -- so much behavior without the slightest bit of respect and kindness. You know, that's all I ask from people. A bit of respect, a touch of kindness -- whatever else you do is fine by me. I'm pretty mellow. But -- ARGH -- this entitled, I can act like an ass attitude just drives me nuts!
And the girls always look pretty and put together and creepily perfect and their hair never gets blown all over in the wind and they NEVER have a zit they can't cover up with foundation and when they look at me with that superior attitude, a part of me is still fourteen and intimidated. And they pass notes and laugh and just . . . seem . . . mean! I hate meanness.
I like bitchiness. I like bad attitudes. I like no-holds-barred honesty. But meanness, I just hate that. Can't take it. And they all just give off this meanish vibe.
Well, not all. That's a broad generalization they don't deserve. Put "all" in place of "some" wherever you find it in this rambly message.
On the up side, I talked to Anna, one of my bestest buds who is currently thousands of miles away which makes me very, very sad. It was good to talk to her and it's still so weird to be here without her -- she's been one of my go-to friends since Freshman Orientation and now she's not here and it's like there's just something wrong with the school!
I'm so dependent on my friends. I don't have a lot, but I can't function without them. College is really great for that -- you get to be with your friends like 24/7. Anytime you want one -- BAM! -- they're there. Or down the hall or in class or away for the day but you know they'll be back, right quick, and I think it's going to be tough to graduate and be away from that. I don't know if I'll be able to live alone. I'll have to take one or more with me, I think. Do you think they'll mind?
They'd better not.
Ah, the evils of my ethernet connection. Constantly plugged in, never any tying-up-the-phone-line guilt. Therefore, I never sign off.
Today was . . . middling to good, I'd say. Actually, I'll kick it up to good. I started off with my Dumbass Chemistry class -- it's a science class for liberal arts majors. We've been dealing with potential and kinetic energy for a while. It's pointless. I remember all this stuff from high school -- actually, it's so simple that I probably remember it from seventh grade. But the prof bases almost all of the grade on attendance so I actually have to drag my ass to class and stare out the window for 65 minutes.
My tuition dollars at work.
The worst part of the class isn't so much the Utter Borringness of it, but more my *lovely* classmates. I mean, I've been able to avoid a good portion of the Greek population at my college (and by Greek, I mean frat/sorority Greek, not authentic Greek-from-Greece, like my roommate), mostly because my major isn't one of the high-Greek majors. Still, sadly, I am faced with a good portion of them in this science class. It's like high school, but not really high school, but like high school out of a John Hughes movie. Passing notes, looking superior, talking loudly while the professor is trying to teach, etc. It drives me batty -- so much behavior without the slightest bit of respect and kindness. You know, that's all I ask from people. A bit of respect, a touch of kindness -- whatever else you do is fine by me. I'm pretty mellow. But -- ARGH -- this entitled, I can act like an ass attitude just drives me nuts!
And the girls always look pretty and put together and creepily perfect and their hair never gets blown all over in the wind and they NEVER have a zit they can't cover up with foundation and when they look at me with that superior attitude, a part of me is still fourteen and intimidated. And they pass notes and laugh and just . . . seem . . . mean! I hate meanness.
I like bitchiness. I like bad attitudes. I like no-holds-barred honesty. But meanness, I just hate that. Can't take it. And they all just give off this meanish vibe.
Well, not all. That's a broad generalization they don't deserve. Put "all" in place of "some" wherever you find it in this rambly message.
On the up side, I talked to Anna, one of my bestest buds who is currently thousands of miles away which makes me very, very sad. It was good to talk to her and it's still so weird to be here without her -- she's been one of my go-to friends since Freshman Orientation and now she's not here and it's like there's just something wrong with the school!
I'm so dependent on my friends. I don't have a lot, but I can't function without them. College is really great for that -- you get to be with your friends like 24/7. Anytime you want one -- BAM! -- they're there. Or down the hall or in class or away for the day but you know they'll be back, right quick, and I think it's going to be tough to graduate and be away from that. I don't know if I'll be able to live alone. I'll have to take one or more with me, I think. Do you think they'll mind?
They'd better not.
