1:01 p.m. - 2005-06-13
See Ya in 10 Days Suckers
I haven’t been able to update for like, 5 fucking days because diaryland sucks big prisoner ass.
Fuck you Andrew.
On a lighter note, I am leaving for Miami tonight for 9 days. We will be staying with people I’ve never met who have a one bedroom apartment and one bathroom.
Let the festivities begin.
I’ll post pictures when I get back. Or more likely, Pete will.
In other news, I’ve failed the last three tests in Biology, so I’m feeling pretty good about that. School can just suck it, cause its novelty at going back has rubbed off like a bad lick n’stick tattoo.
I rented quite possibly the worst movie ever made, Captain Something and the World of Tomorrow or some shit. You know? The one with Jude Law, who I would lick pavement for, and Gwen Paltrow, who is bad at naming things. Know the one? Weelllll, thanks a whole fucking lot for warning me asshole.
I also recently got into a huge argument with one of my friends regarding her imploding relationship. Apparently she didn’t realize I was the type of friend/person who will tell you when you are being a huge fuckstick and that after a certain point of being stupid and naïve, anything you get, you deserve. I didn’t put it quite like that, but I got so sick of hearing how this person abuses her verbally and mentally that I just took a step back from our friendship. She wasn’t listening to my advice, and continued down the path of the dark side with this guy. Finally, they took a “break” (what the fuck DOES that mean anyway?) and then got back together to find a rose covered relationship waiting for her. Imagine my surprise when he turned back to his old ways and even began threatening with physical force? So I told her to shut up and stop whining. She cried. I patted her back. I then told her, seriously, shut up and stop whining. You gave him a chance, good for you, heart of gold and all that shit, but he’s still the same person. I had sympathy for you in the beginning, but now you’re just asking for it. She continued crying. That’s fine though. I’d rather her cry and hate me for being so blunt AND correct, than her crying at getting a black eye or some high school shit like that.
Whatevah.
I forgot to mention she’s only 22. What else could I expect? When I look back at being 22, OH MY GOOD GOD ALMIGHTLY. I’m lucky I didn’t do anything REALLY fucking stupid like join a cult or a commune. Thankfully I just restricted it to getting married at 19 and wasting 6 years in a dead dead dead relationship. I also put off going to school for 10 years and look where that got me.
See how we come full circle?
So I says to my biology…oh…let’s call her “teacher”, I says,
“There is A LOT of vocabulary in here for 35 pages. I have to cover this in how many hours?”
And she says, “Um, about 10 hours”.
And I reply, “Right.”
And she says, “Is this your first biology class?”
And I answer, “Er. Yes. This IS Biology 100 isn’t it? Am I missing a previous one or something?”
And her intelligent reply was, “Well yes. This is 100, but usually people rely on their high school experience of biology.”
And rather than taking the obvious “I learned biology in the back of a Mazda RX7”, I chose the “Um. I haven’t been in high school for 11 YEARS. 11 YEARS. We didn’t even COVER DNA structure back then!”
And she ended this with, “Oh. I can see how you would have some problems then.”
I can’t wait to be a teacher.
