Ok, I am. To all of the above. Sue me.
- English.
- English professor.
- I'm a lazy slut. And I can't seem to stop being a lazy slut.
- Rinoa is a whore, because she got petrified when I wanted Squall to be petrified and then I didn't run into another Chimera, so I'm just letting the Iguions rip her to shreds right now.
- I got two letters from the NFAA today. The NFAA is the National Foundation for the Arts....I don't know what the other A stands for....and I applied to their scholarship in two different disciplines. If I'd won, I'd have $10,000 USD, which would have funded my degree. Guess what the two letters were? (That's right, Rejections, capital R.)
- I'm out of ice cream and out of money.
- I'm out of money, and that sucks.
- The bulb in my bedside lamp burned out.
- I have no place to put my shot glasses (not really a reason to be depressed, but it's just one more thing on the camel's poor broken back).
- I have an assignment due--the final assignment due--in Anthro on the 8th, and she's not accepting late papers. I haven't even finished the book. And here I am blogging. Can we say "LAZY SLUT"?
- I'm listening to depressing music to make me feel more depressed, because that's what I do to cheer up. *watches the eyebrows raise*
That's pretty much it, but let me elaborate on #2.
MY ENGLISH PROFESSOR IS AN ASS.
Yes, that is my elaboration. He asks me for opinion essays. So I write them. Then he's like, "YOUR OPINION SUCKS AND YOU LOSE." (Saying I can't think objectively.....bastard. I can think objectively. I'm thinking of several objects that I'd like to insert in him right now, actually. Like a garden gnome.) And then he goes on to say that Ginsberg is the Whitman of our time (which makes me hate the ass more, and I'm referring to the Ginsberg and Whitman collective!ass, not the EngProf!ass), before saying that they're like Eminem, who he really likes for his anti-social attitude and lyrics. At which point I gouged my eyes out and ate them. (If you're wondering how I'm typing all this, I'm an excellent typist. Yes, I am. I just usually don't care.) I'm sorry, but Eminem is an ass too. What am I saying? I'm not sorry at all. EMINEM IS AN ASS. A huge ass. He, Whitman, and Ginsberg can be a collective!ass. EngProf!ass is a rat, and I need a RAT BLUDGEON. Like a shovel. SMACKSMACKSMACK.
I know that, from your perspective, it probably doesn't seem so bad, but you haven't had to suffer 2 semesters with this motherfucker. Ask Ashen. She had him this summer too. She'll let you know what he's like, and may even show you her photoshopaltered!picture of him.
In other news, Happy Sinterklaas Day, which was yesterday in Nederland and today in Deutschland. Can anyone show me these countries on a map? (Hint: their languages are similar, and one of them was ruled by a dictator in the 30s/40s who tried to take over the world, starting with Poland, and then moving on to the rest of Europe and, at some point, the other country I'm referring to, before the Allies whooped his Nazi!ass with the help of Canadians, Americans, and Pagans in Britain (and this part is true, folks).) Sinterklaas Day is the Dutch Christmas, pretty much (oh, there, I gave it away), when little Dutch children put out their little Dutch clogs at the fireplace (sound familiar?) and then Sinterklaas and his helper Black Pete come and put treats in the shoes, usually chocolate letters (I got J), as well as licorices, etc, because Dutch candies are fucking awesome, and Dutch kids only get them on holidays like Sinterklaas Day and the Queen's Birthday. My family celebrated it when I was younger, because my Mom and her Mom and Dad (my Oma and Opa) are from Nederland, and interestingly enough, my Opa (who I never knew, because he died a year before I was born) served in the Underground Resistance against the Nazis and spent 4 years in a Nazi prison while my Oma, his fiancee, waited for him. One more thing to be proud of my Dutch family for.
Ear candy: Roxanne Tango, sung by the Unconscious Argentinian and Ewan McGregor.
//you're free to leave me but just don't deceive me//and please believe me when I say I love you//
Well, I'm going to sign off and read slash to feel better, and maybe update my other site.
Adiosa
--The Weeping Universe
