Can I get an Amen!
Hm, though it is a bit late in noting, it seems that once again the people of the United States of America were seemingly allowed to voice their opinions and shape our government. Hurrah. But when the Social Democrat wins... then we'll know the people are really thinking. And it will be a glorious day. And everyone will get a double-scoop of Superman ice cream. Huzzah!
Well! This morning I registered for my classes for next semester. Spoink. But all the upper division history classes are filled. Un-spoink. Hopefully I can get to see this prof and get into his class, I'd like to honorize it and stuff too. The history of Imperialism all the way to decolonization. Decolonization is a funny word, 'cause everyone uses it like it's already happened, but really. Really.
I think that there will be a new blog soon. Completely new page. See, Spots got me my own dashboard, but I can't access any settings changes through it, I have to go through hers. So! This project will have to wait until after school gets out though. Too much to do. Backpack... too...heavy...
So, my poli sci paper is due the monday we get back from Thanksgiving. I'm leaving for Chicago the week before. We have one week to finish the paper. No one else seems to realize this. Have sent out ultimateum: much anger and hate directed toward you group members. Will be meeting at this time. Be there, or face wrath of all hell, embodied in a big ole F by your name. That's right, Failure. Smell it, taste it. Not as sweet as my previous generosity, eh? That's right. Spoink yourselves.
And I'm pretty sure atleast one of the group members has no idea what the topic even is. What can ya do? Nothin. 'Cept turn in your part of the paper and tell the others: Haha! Ich bin witty and full to the brim with own blatant, unforgiving brilliance!
It's not that I'm mad at them, per se. I just wish they had told me in the beginning that none of them were going to work on their parts until the last second. And then I wouldn't be freaking out so much now, would I? Guess I just need to calm down. Atleast I'll ace it.
So, now what, you ask? I'm nervous about the holidays. I want to spend them up here, but I have to spend them down there. Well, maybe T will come see me. I have to be back up here on New Years Eve, 'cause T's band is playing at one of the hottest party spots around. That's right, Upfront. Woot! But there is that whole minor getting in thing. Next year, I won't have to worry about it. But until then, maybe I can hide in a drum case and they can sneak me in... or maybe they'll let me in if "I'm with the band." Ha!
The Devil might've gone down to Georgia, but the Turkey is in the Straw.
mook mood: meditative... I need inner peace, darn it!
mook music: some home-boy on a banjo. Toe-tappin' good times.
mook prayer: by whatever mystical power exsists in the universe, please make my group members appear... I swear they all must be part prarie dog.
Hm, though it is a bit late in noting, it seems that once again the people of the United States of America were seemingly allowed to voice their opinions and shape our government. Hurrah. But when the Social Democrat wins... then we'll know the people are really thinking. And it will be a glorious day. And everyone will get a double-scoop of Superman ice cream. Huzzah!
Well! This morning I registered for my classes for next semester. Spoink. But all the upper division history classes are filled. Un-spoink. Hopefully I can get to see this prof and get into his class, I'd like to honorize it and stuff too. The history of Imperialism all the way to decolonization. Decolonization is a funny word, 'cause everyone uses it like it's already happened, but really. Really.
I think that there will be a new blog soon. Completely new page. See, Spots got me my own dashboard, but I can't access any settings changes through it, I have to go through hers. So! This project will have to wait until after school gets out though. Too much to do. Backpack... too...heavy...
So, my poli sci paper is due the monday we get back from Thanksgiving. I'm leaving for Chicago the week before. We have one week to finish the paper. No one else seems to realize this. Have sent out ultimateum: much anger and hate directed toward you group members. Will be meeting at this time. Be there, or face wrath of all hell, embodied in a big ole F by your name. That's right, Failure. Smell it, taste it. Not as sweet as my previous generosity, eh? That's right. Spoink yourselves.
And I'm pretty sure atleast one of the group members has no idea what the topic even is. What can ya do? Nothin. 'Cept turn in your part of the paper and tell the others: Haha! Ich bin witty and full to the brim with own blatant, unforgiving brilliance!
It's not that I'm mad at them, per se. I just wish they had told me in the beginning that none of them were going to work on their parts until the last second. And then I wouldn't be freaking out so much now, would I? Guess I just need to calm down. Atleast I'll ace it.
So, now what, you ask? I'm nervous about the holidays. I want to spend them up here, but I have to spend them down there. Well, maybe T will come see me. I have to be back up here on New Years Eve, 'cause T's band is playing at one of the hottest party spots around. That's right, Upfront. Woot! But there is that whole minor getting in thing. Next year, I won't have to worry about it. But until then, maybe I can hide in a drum case and they can sneak me in... or maybe they'll let me in if "I'm with the band." Ha!
The Devil might've gone down to Georgia, but the Turkey is in the Straw.
mook mood: meditative... I need inner peace, darn it!
mook music: some home-boy on a banjo. Toe-tappin' good times.
mook prayer: by whatever mystical power exsists in the universe, please make my group members appear... I swear they all must be part prarie dog.
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