I forgot to tell. I'm "A Dog Named Jesus."
Geez. It's 6:30 and I just got home from school. What was supposed to be a midterm review in anthro turned into 40 minutes of the how and why of global warming and then snake catching, then how some people in Kentucky killed off all of these certain rat snakes and how the next year each stalk of corn had 2 rats on it cause there were no snakes to eat the rats, then co-evolution and the rise of the "urban" raccoon (fine, except that we already had that whole lecture), then how mushrooms grow in shit and where the best place to find shrooms is.
That is how every class goes. It's supposed to be an archaeology class. Well...I guess if you showed me a projectile point I might be able to identify it, since that is the only other fucking thing we talk about.
Apparently I need to just stick to social and cultural anthro...
I'm listening to the GC5. Why do all the good bands break up?
I had to get my puppy-frog some antibiotics for her post-surgical site. It was funny today at the vet he was doing an assessment on her and it was the same kind of assessment I had to do on humans while in nursing school. A little less invasive though.
Someone here always says something that reminds of something. This time it's Corpus Christi Texas. So in high school my best friend M (who is totally over the top dramatic about everything) decides she has had enough of her family. M. is going to run away (insert big emotional fanfare here). Where I ask. You'd think it would be like to Grandma's house or something. But no, not with her. She decides to run 1200 and some miles away to Texas. One of our other friends had just moved to Corpus Christi a few months prior and so thats why M. decided to go there. So I help her pack...not really...basically she packed this huge duffle with a few clothes and 20 or so pairs of shoes. A girl's got to prioritize, right? The next morning she makes like she's going to school and instead had her friend drop her off at the bus station. She buys a ticket and shows up at her friends house in Texas. That was that. She called her parents after a few days and told them where she was, they freaked, then ended up letting her stay there for like 4-5 months or so. "So what did you do in TX," I asked her when she came home. She told me how she got this job being a waitress at some truckstop diner by the interstate. I can't remember what it was called, but it was fucking hilarious! Something along the lines of Uncle Bob's Christian Country Family Style Diner. Or something. She said the place was so redneck that they would let her smoke constantly, like while taking orders and serving food. She said they would even smoke in the kitchen back on the line. Nasty. M. said she got so depressed that all she did in her spare time was watch soap operas, smoke, and eat Crunch bars that she dipped in a jar of peanut butter, and in her words get fat. So she saved all her tips til she could buy a plane ticket home. The end. (Of this story, that is. This woman is crazy! I have a hundred stories involving her!).
Geez. It's 6:30 and I just got home from school. What was supposed to be a midterm review in anthro turned into 40 minutes of the how and why of global warming and then snake catching, then how some people in Kentucky killed off all of these certain rat snakes and how the next year each stalk of corn had 2 rats on it cause there were no snakes to eat the rats, then co-evolution and the rise of the "urban" raccoon (fine, except that we already had that whole lecture), then how mushrooms grow in shit and where the best place to find shrooms is.
That is how every class goes. It's supposed to be an archaeology class. Well...I guess if you showed me a projectile point I might be able to identify it, since that is the only other fucking thing we talk about.
Apparently I need to just stick to social and cultural anthro...
I'm listening to the GC5. Why do all the good bands break up?
I had to get my puppy-frog some antibiotics for her post-surgical site. It was funny today at the vet he was doing an assessment on her and it was the same kind of assessment I had to do on humans while in nursing school. A little less invasive though.
Someone here always says something that reminds of something. This time it's Corpus Christi Texas. So in high school my best friend M (who is totally over the top dramatic about everything) decides she has had enough of her family. M. is going to run away (insert big emotional fanfare here). Where I ask. You'd think it would be like to Grandma's house or something. But no, not with her. She decides to run 1200 and some miles away to Texas. One of our other friends had just moved to Corpus Christi a few months prior and so thats why M. decided to go there. So I help her pack...not really...basically she packed this huge duffle with a few clothes and 20 or so pairs of shoes. A girl's got to prioritize, right? The next morning she makes like she's going to school and instead had her friend drop her off at the bus station. She buys a ticket and shows up at her friends house in Texas. That was that. She called her parents after a few days and told them where she was, they freaked, then ended up letting her stay there for like 4-5 months or so. "So what did you do in TX," I asked her when she came home. She told me how she got this job being a waitress at some truckstop diner by the interstate. I can't remember what it was called, but it was fucking hilarious! Something along the lines of Uncle Bob's Christian Country Family Style Diner. Or something. She said the place was so redneck that they would let her smoke constantly, like while taking orders and serving food. She said they would even smoke in the kitchen back on the line. Nasty. M. said she got so depressed that all she did in her spare time was watch soap operas, smoke, and eat Crunch bars that she dipped in a jar of peanut butter, and in her words get fat. So she saved all her tips til she could buy a plane ticket home. The end. (Of this story, that is. This woman is crazy! I have a hundred stories involving her!).
None of that stuff sounds like archaeology; he must not be a very good teacher.
Why do you need to stick to cultural anthro?
Your puppys name is frog hehehehehe.
Wow she sounds like a true wild one, that is a great story, that girl has got guts, I cant wait to hear more stories about her, where does she live?
I`m from fucking corpus!!!! why the fuck would anybody wanna go there voluntarily????
how long ago was this? did she work at Floyd`s?? that was a total christian hick diner.
a friend of mine worked there & he always smoked weed in the bathroom during his breaks.hahaha!!! I`m so glad i`m not there anymore. fuckin` nowhere,TX.