Nyygihh nnyaugh nggghyyygh....the sound of teeth grinding but there's no one here and I'm not doing it. Curse the noises in my head.
Yeeaaah...no Fall Cleaning as of yet. Except the kids' cup cupboard. And that was SO high on my list of priorities. What a weirdo. I always do shit like that. My mom would tell me to clean my room as a kid, and I'd go clean the very back of the top closet shelf SPOTLESS and spend hours on in and the rest of my room would still be a disaster. Nothing ever really changes.
I just got out of Oceanography. I have never been to school where all my classes have been so goddamed "issue-y". Jeeeesus. My Child Development class sucks because I feel like I know most of this and the stuff I don't know (nitty-gritty percentages and factiods and crib slats should be no more that 2 and 3/8 inches apart) will be great when I have kids, or open my own preschool. Neither of which are likely to happen ANY TIME soon. AND there's gratuitous group work, which I HATE, adn of course I get the group of neurotics who are so concerned about getting a good grade they have no idea that they're constantly strying from the subject. Which reminds me I was supposed to email my findings on the government's role in the fast food industry...oh, right, THEY AREN'T INVOLVED AT ALL. GREAT IDEA, GUYS.
Oceanography is neat. But every night when we FINALLY get to leave, my brain feels like it's been seriously outweighed in a pro-wrestling ring. I get clotheslined by Science. Tonight it was sediment lecture followed by a test followed my chemistry-of-water-molecules lecture. My brain got worked over. I fucking hate chemistry. But it's all ok, because I get to learn words like "oolitic". Hehe. Not quite as fun as "liquid", but close. Oolitic liquid. Hehehehehehe.
Math would be ok if it weren't for those noisy dumb broads in the back. And all the math. Fuck.
So tomorrow..shit, it's wednesday already?? WOO!
Oh, and if anyone's in San Diego, you should go see GOSSIP next wednesday the 27that the Casbah. Because...they're gonna rock it. Yes, they're going to rock the Casbah. HA! I really wanna get drunk.
Yeeaaah...no Fall Cleaning as of yet. Except the kids' cup cupboard. And that was SO high on my list of priorities. What a weirdo. I always do shit like that. My mom would tell me to clean my room as a kid, and I'd go clean the very back of the top closet shelf SPOTLESS and spend hours on in and the rest of my room would still be a disaster. Nothing ever really changes.
I just got out of Oceanography. I have never been to school where all my classes have been so goddamed "issue-y". Jeeeesus. My Child Development class sucks because I feel like I know most of this and the stuff I don't know (nitty-gritty percentages and factiods and crib slats should be no more that 2 and 3/8 inches apart) will be great when I have kids, or open my own preschool. Neither of which are likely to happen ANY TIME soon. AND there's gratuitous group work, which I HATE, adn of course I get the group of neurotics who are so concerned about getting a good grade they have no idea that they're constantly strying from the subject. Which reminds me I was supposed to email my findings on the government's role in the fast food industry...oh, right, THEY AREN'T INVOLVED AT ALL. GREAT IDEA, GUYS.
Oceanography is neat. But every night when we FINALLY get to leave, my brain feels like it's been seriously outweighed in a pro-wrestling ring. I get clotheslined by Science. Tonight it was sediment lecture followed by a test followed my chemistry-of-water-molecules lecture. My brain got worked over. I fucking hate chemistry. But it's all ok, because I get to learn words like "oolitic". Hehe. Not quite as fun as "liquid", but close. Oolitic liquid. Hehehehehehe.
Math would be ok if it weren't for those noisy dumb broads in the back. And all the math. Fuck.
So tomorrow..shit, it's wednesday already?? WOO!
Oh, and if anyone's in San Diego, you should go see GOSSIP next wednesday the 27that the Casbah. Because...they're gonna rock it. Yes, they're going to rock the Casbah. HA! I really wanna get drunk.
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