............RANDOMNESS ENSUES
I am procrastinating getting ready for class. I have to take this one pre-res. before I can take the other classes in my field. And it's REDICULOUS. The first chapter of the book is entitled "What is the computer?" Wait, it gets better. Chapter 2 was "What is the mouse?". No no wait for it... Chapter 3 "What is the keyboard?" etc. And there's this old bitch in there who hates me now because I would not risk my enrollment by printing my homework with her name on it. She got angry with me and then asked me if I could walk her through it. Now, this was 5 minutes before class was to start and the homework involved 65 pages of reading. Surrrre lady. So I said, "It's step by step in the book. If you'd READ IT, you'd know how to do it." And I walked off to my computer. So then she starts talking shit about me. Nice. A friend of mine in the class sat next to me and said, "That old lady is talking shit about you. What'd you say to her?" I told her exactly what I'd said and she laughed and we confirmed that the old bitch is absolutely insane. So Old Bitch doesn't speak to me for 3 weeks. I'm happy with this. The less time I hear her bitch about not getting something that's like pre-school level because she won't SIT HER FAT ASS DOWN AND FUCKING read... the better. So she starts talking to me again Monday. I wanted to either punch her or vomit on her orthopedic shoes. I did neither, as I have still not decided which I prefer more.
I'm on a diet of half a grapefruit for breakfast and a salad as lunch/dinner (depending upon the time I eat it). A total of 200 calories a day. If that doesn't work, I'm figuring out home lipo.
I have no inspiration for art, writing, whatever. It bugs me. I'm thinking of turning on some loud music when I get home, opening Word, and just seeing what comes out. It'll probably be disturbing, but shit happens.
I have also decided that Live Journal is to maturity, what John Goodman is to porn star.
I am procrastinating getting ready for class. I have to take this one pre-res. before I can take the other classes in my field. And it's REDICULOUS. The first chapter of the book is entitled "What is the computer?" Wait, it gets better. Chapter 2 was "What is the mouse?". No no wait for it... Chapter 3 "What is the keyboard?" etc. And there's this old bitch in there who hates me now because I would not risk my enrollment by printing my homework with her name on it. She got angry with me and then asked me if I could walk her through it. Now, this was 5 minutes before class was to start and the homework involved 65 pages of reading. Surrrre lady. So I said, "It's step by step in the book. If you'd READ IT, you'd know how to do it." And I walked off to my computer. So then she starts talking shit about me. Nice. A friend of mine in the class sat next to me and said, "That old lady is talking shit about you. What'd you say to her?" I told her exactly what I'd said and she laughed and we confirmed that the old bitch is absolutely insane. So Old Bitch doesn't speak to me for 3 weeks. I'm happy with this. The less time I hear her bitch about not getting something that's like pre-school level because she won't SIT HER FAT ASS DOWN AND FUCKING read... the better. So she starts talking to me again Monday. I wanted to either punch her or vomit on her orthopedic shoes. I did neither, as I have still not decided which I prefer more.
I'm on a diet of half a grapefruit for breakfast and a salad as lunch/dinner (depending upon the time I eat it). A total of 200 calories a day. If that doesn't work, I'm figuring out home lipo.
I have no inspiration for art, writing, whatever. It bugs me. I'm thinking of turning on some loud music when I get home, opening Word, and just seeing what comes out. It'll probably be disturbing, but shit happens.
I have also decided that Live Journal is to maturity, what John Goodman is to porn star.