FURIOUS!

Okay, so I missed the first day of classes so I called the professor and asked him if I missed anything. His response was "No we just went over the syllabus. Just make sure you get the book." Thus, I did just that.

Well, first test comes around and what's this, there's a question from the first day of class. What?! So I answer as well I can and miss it. Great. So I go in and talk to him about it. His response was that I misunderstood him when he said that we only went over the syllabus and didn't miss anything important. Sorry.

I am so freaking ticked off right now. "It's only five points off," he says. THAT'S 8% OF YOUR GRADE GENIUS! The inconsideration and superiority is sickening! I think I'll email him. I'm not giving up that easy.

Man I'm ticked...

Trudging through snowstorms

I'm about to go do something that I strongly don't want to do but feel that I have no choice but TO do. I wish there were some other way but I've yet to see any other option.

... Am I just kidding myself? Is this another patience thing? Am I some kind of messed up conglomerate of bad history, like some kind of skewed Picasso painting?

NO! I know what matters to me so I'm going to go searching for it till I find it!! I'm living my life the best I know how, trying to do what's right for me! I feel like this is what's right. I can't continue on the way things have been going!! I control my future.

Futures:
I always could count on futures;
that things will look up
and they look up
why is it so hard to find a balance
between living decent...
and the cold and real
Hey now, what is it you think you see?
My darling, now's the time to disagree

Say hello to good times
Trade up for the fast ride
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets
completely

Hey now, The past is told by those who win, my darling
What matters is what hasn't been
Hey now, we're wide-awake and we're thinking
My darling, believe your voice can mean something

Say hello to good times
Trade up for the fast ride
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets
completely

I hate that it's come to this...

Alright... here goes... haven't done this in a while...

Toys-R-Us

I've decided I don't wanna grow up. Yep. Made that decision just now. Why, you ask? Because it's just too gosh darn painful. When I was a kid all I had to think about was me and my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and how they and I were going to take out the Shredder... and Fritz, the next door neighbor's evil dog that chewed up my Casey Jones action figure.... I could have cared less what the girls thought of me. I could have cared less what kind of emotional support I was receiving. I could have cared less about tons.

Now... now... it's just pain...

Let me be six again. Let me have my Donatello's and Michelangelo's to rule the world...

... or maybe just the backyard...

WHAT is on Friday?

I hate football.

Kind of because it is on the same night as my planned foreign film night.

But mostly because I think it is lame.

The end.

I hate job hunting. The end.

So...I've never been that great with computers. I have a love-hate relationship with them. Mostly hate.

I figured it was just my natural tendency to be old-fashioned...(or lazy?)

I mean, I can type like nobody's business...78wpm thank you very much. And am very capable of multi-tasking (i.e. homework plus blog surfing)

But do I have a "working knowledge" (whatever that means) of Excel?
Publisher? (more important question: do I even know what publisher is/does?)
HTML?
WP9? (????)

nope.

Therefore I am obsolete and unqualified for any jobs that don't involve the dreaded cafeteria of the freshman...those days are over.

Oh except one:
I could be a cake froster.
Yep, I can do that.
I think.
oh wait. it's from midnight to THREE in the morning!*


*I think I'll pass on the walking-home-late-at-night-and-getting-attacked part. If only I had a nice gentleman to walk me home...ha...ha...
(And this just turned into a rant about boys..wow. It's official: I blame all my problems in life on men. It's just easier that way.)

Maybe I'm picky.
Not! I'm not picky!
I wanted to be a waitress! but no one will hire me because I'm not 21 yet! (stupid utah)

GAHHHHH.....

All I need to say is...

I don't really like getting verbally slapped in the face....twice.

Especially when I don't deserve it.

Choices

AGH! Will everyone stop asking me to dance open with them!? Sheesh.

Let's see there's Kirstie, Shawndeen, Chris, Jessica, Kimber, Beth, Tanya, Abby, and the girl that I can't remember the name of.

Good gravy! And now they're asking for me to dance Open Standard! Can they not see I've never done standard? Either there are no guys out in the selection pool, their blind as bats, or I'm "ridiculously good looking..." so they want to dance with me because of my body... yeah, scratch that last one.

Oy! I'm not complaining. I'm really rather grateful. Makes me feel good to know that I'm wanted by someone. I just feel terrible every time I tell another girl no. =S

To all you girls that want to dance with me: "I'm sorry! I'm taken!" : (