Saturday, July 18, 2009

Ah the Sweet Smell of Brain Cells Burning

I have to do my final for Political Science today, and I just don't feel like it. My teacher made it a take home, and well, so far I took it home, to the coffee shop and to the gym. Where else am I supposed to take it? I feel like it's a new pet of some kind. Or even worse, a new baby. I have to feed it (write the essays), change it (edit the essays), put it down for a nap(throw it down in disgust), and then it starts all over again. Blah!

Even worse is that I also have tons of computer class stuff to do, and I am a little freaked out about my new class starting on Monday, Cultural Anthropology. Oh and did I mention that for some reason I decided to take the second poly/sci class this term? Same teacher too.

Next time, I will do as I do when I am ordering a new flavor of beer. Try a small sip, then decide if I want a whole pint or even two. If I would have done that in a manner of speaking with this instructor, I would have chosen differently. Oh well.

Can you tell my final is going well? So far I have played around on Facebook, checked my email, got trapped in a space-time continuum on YouTube, and trolled Craigslist. Oh and of course, here I am blogging for the first time in what seems like ages. I tried to play Maple Story, but it wasn't working right, so here I am.

Well, I guess I have goofed off long enough. Pray for me as I step into the abyss of Political Science Final Land.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Ok, so roller skating computer animated babies aside; I had a weird few days.

None of this has anything to do with anything, but what the hell ever.

Today, my button popped. No! I was not too fat for my jeans! The jeans were made in some foreign country and the button just fell off like a cheap hooker stepping off the curb. So in my ever impressing inventiveness, I looked in my purse for something to McGyver-ize my pants with. You know, fix 'em.

Well, all I could find was my new puppy's leash. Yeah? So what? I wore my new chihuahua's pink striped leash as a belt. Why do you care? It fit. And no one saw.