| Ruts suck |
[Sep. 8th, 2005|05:28 pm] |
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| | The Postal Service-"Recycled Air" | ] | So I've got this horrible writer's block that is trying to slowly suffocate my creativity. It blows hardcore.
Anyway, school sucks. Most of my classes are filled with little girls who chew their gum with their mouths open and make loud *squish* noises every time they masticate... God, it hurts to hear them. But, I guess I should be grateful that their mouths are kept from doing anything else... like speaking.
That's why I love Professor F.
He picks on the ignorant to make the lecture more interesting for those who wish to strangle themselves with the projector cord at the sheer stupidity of some people.
So far, I've found out how well the public schools have been doing in the material they cover. Some of the students in my class seem to think that Karl Marx was a contemporary of Charles Dickens who apparently wrote Moby Dick and The Scarlet Letter.
I never knew.
I'm in no way saying that I'm perfect, as you very well know (Kate...), but I just had to share the hilarity of it all. |
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| Beginning of things: |
[Aug. 18th, 2005|10:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Starved | ] |
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| | Stone Sour- "Bother" | ] | Ok, so this is so lame, there is no one reading this and I'm still posting.
My first great novella is fast approaching its "Half" mark. I'm almost HALF WAY DONE!
*celebrates* |
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| First for everything. |
[Aug. 14th, 2005|09:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cold | ] |
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| | Scrubs-"Every Time" | ] | So this is my first entry. I know I don't have much to talk about since I'm new to the whole blogiverse, but I'd just like everyone to know that I'm very confused... |
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