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this is honestly one of the funniest things i've ever seen in my life...thank you, brielle wherever you are for sending it!

Click me! You know you wanna! C'mon! It'll make you feeeel good!

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this is honestly one of the funniest things i've ever seen in my life...thank you, brielle wherever you are for sending it!

Click me! You know you wanna! C'mon! It'll make you feeeel good!

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i'm really, really tired and all i want to do is go back to sleep and not go to class. but alas i have to go. such is life.

i also have to do reviews on students from a few weeks ago which should be fun. including the one i've termed 'boy who can only speak in teeny-speak'. in a formal paper no less. it's quite fun to work with him.

::growls::

i'm going to go have coffee and lug my old backpack around since mom is still all antsy about me carrying the good backpack around.

god i want to drive today and not deal with the subway. *sigh* not gonna happen.

ta-ta

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i'm really, really tired and all i want to do is go back to sleep and not go to class. but alas i have to go. such is life.

i also have to do reviews on students from a few weeks ago which should be fun. including the one i've termed 'boy who can only speak in teeny-speak'. in a formal paper no less. it's quite fun to work with him.

::growls::

i'm going to go have coffee and lug my old backpack around since mom is still all antsy about me carrying the good backpack around.

god i want to drive today and not deal with the subway. *sigh* not gonna happen.

ta-ta

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i'm really starting to think that taking this Holocaust class was a) one of the best ideas of my recent college career or b) one of the worst ideas of my recent college career. this is an absolutely fascinating class. i enjoy every minute of being in that class but it's incredibly painful. it actually is a struggle for me not to cry in the class room even though i know that i'm not the only one. today we were watching part of Shoah and one of the survivors was talking about digging up the graves that held the victims of the Vilna ghetto liquidation so they could burn them. he was talking about how he saw his whole family lying in the graves. and his face was just trembling and i had to look away, concentrating instead on something else. i picked at my nailpolish for a next few minutes until that part was over.

and now i'm sitting in the computer lab listening to chick rock and writing up the bar scene take two for walt whitman's grave. chris is paining me. a lot. poor thing.

and i got an email from joe. ::looks around, waiting for kate and karen to pounce:: i'm hopefully going to get to see him tomorrow again which will be nice. i need to talk to him about some stuff. like the whole boy and puppy and happiness thing from a few days ago when i was trying to pretend that i wasn't falling into a deep, deep depression. i've just accepted it at this point. i can't fix it and i refuse to go into therapy again so i'm just going to keep moving and trying to survive with it. i've done it before. it was called high school. and most of my childhood.

i wonder if it would be bad if i just skipped my class tonight. i mean, the midterms not that important, right? ::shakes head:: i'm gonna go. don't worry because i'm spineless and i need to pass for some reason even though i hate the class and everytime i say that it's professor levitt people shudder. for good reason too. i shudder.

erf. i'm going to go write some more. ta-ta for now.

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i'm really starting to think that taking this Holocaust class was a) one of the best ideas of my recent college career or b) one of the worst ideas of my recent college career. this is an absolutely fascinating class. i enjoy every minute of being in that class but it's incredibly painful. it actually is a struggle for me not to cry in the class room even though i know that i'm not the only one. today we were watching part of Shoah and one of the survivors was talking about digging up the graves that held the victims of the Vilna ghetto liquidation so they could burn them. he was talking about how he saw his whole family lying in the graves. and his face was just trembling and i had to look away, concentrating instead on something else. i picked at my nailpolish for a next few minutes until that part was over.

and now i'm sitting in the computer lab listening to chick rock and writing up the bar scene take two for walt whitman's grave. chris is paining me. a lot. poor thing.

and i got an email from joe. ::looks around, waiting for kate and karen to pounce:: i'm hopefully going to get to see him tomorrow again which will be nice. i need to talk to him about some stuff. like the whole boy and puppy and happiness thing from a few days ago when i was trying to pretend that i wasn't falling into a deep, deep depression. i've just accepted it at this point. i can't fix it and i refuse to go into therapy again so i'm just going to keep moving and trying to survive with it. i've done it before. it was called high school. and most of my childhood.

i wonder if it would be bad if i just skipped my class tonight. i mean, the midterms not that important, right? ::shakes head:: i'm gonna go. don't worry because i'm spineless and i need to pass for some reason even though i hate the class and everytime i say that it's professor levitt people shudder. for good reason too. i shudder.

erf. i'm going to go write some more. ta-ta for now.

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so yeah. the midterm i didn't want to take....took it. wish i hadn't taken it. first off we had to do 5/8 identifications aka quotes from one of four plays out of context. which you know, is impossible to just call back a random line! so yeah. those kind of happened. i did find out after the exam when we were all bitching about it on the break that i at least got the people and plays right. that's a start.

the actual essay portions of the test. merf. they can go one of two ways. she likes it. she doesn't. i wrote on A Raisin in the Sun which i love and Streetcar Named Desire which i sort of understood. well i understand it better than seven guitars which was the other choice. so that's a total tossup.

my first test in my holocaust class...76. blargh. he just did a raw percentage which means no curve and each question was worth the same value. so really, i have no idea how i'm doing in that class or really, any of my classes. it's lovely. i'm halfway through the semester and i have a total of 2 real grades in 4 classes. and both of them are quiz grades. whee! for flying blind through the semester!

on to other stuff...

the subway on the way home was about 90 bajillion degrees and thus did not help the headache i had go away. actually it managed to help a nice case of nausea to spring up because not only was it 90 bajillion degrees it smelled like rotting food and feet! whee! happy ride home.

currently concentrating on not puking. seems to be working so far.

have to write morning after scene. want to write said morning after scene. will i? i dunno. possibly.

i want to sleep but really, i need to do a lot of schoolwork. i'm like 8 chapters behind in my psych book and about 15 chapters behind in my holocaust reading.

have i mentioned recently i hate school?

but OH! i did finally find out about my paycheck. i should be getting a lump check next week because yvette never put in anyone's information until this week. grrr...but yay! money!

ps. livejournal is being pissy. and head is good!

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so yeah. the midterm i didn't want to take....took it. wish i hadn't taken it. first off we had to do 5/8 identifications aka quotes from one of four plays out of context. which you know, is impossible to just call back a random line! so yeah. those kind of happened. i did find out after the exam when we were all bitching about it on the break that i at least got the people and plays right. that's a start.

the actual essay portions of the test. merf. they can go one of two ways. she likes it. she doesn't. i wrote on A Raisin in the Sun which i love and Streetcar Named Desire which i sort of understood. well i understand it better than seven guitars which was the other choice. so that's a total tossup.

my first test in my holocaust class...76. blargh. he just did a raw percentage which means no curve and each question was worth the same value. so really, i have no idea how i'm doing in that class or really, any of my classes. it's lovely. i'm halfway through the semester and i have a total of 2 real grades in 4 classes. and both of them are quiz grades. whee! for flying blind through the semester!

on to other stuff...

the subway on the way home was about 90 bajillion degrees and thus did not help the headache i had go away. actually it managed to help a nice case of nausea to spring up because not only was it 90 bajillion degrees it smelled like rotting food and feet! whee! happy ride home.

currently concentrating on not puking. seems to be working so far.

have to write morning after scene. want to write said morning after scene. will i? i dunno. possibly.

i want to sleep but really, i need to do a lot of schoolwork. i'm like 8 chapters behind in my psych book and about 15 chapters behind in my holocaust reading.

have i mentioned recently i hate school?

but OH! i did finally find out about my paycheck. i should be getting a lump check next week because yvette never put in anyone's information until this week. grrr...but yay! money!

ps. livejournal is being pissy. and head is good!