"SAY MY NAME!"

"She ain't your baby! She's his baby! Why can't you understand she ain't your baby?"

"I don't care if you like Wizards of Waverly Place, after (whatshername)'s boyfriend done turn into a wolf I don't care no more."

"Holy shit, her arms are wings!"

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They may keep me up into the wee hours of the morning, but at least it's ( Read more... )

The head of my stratocaster just broke off. No, seriously. I was leaning over to place it in the case, my dog bumped into me, I went sprawling, and my guitar is broken. I've had that guitar for almost eight years. How do I fix it? CAN I fix it? Will it play the same?

Dad's little Christmas message to me. He knows me so well.

Christmas in Florida is warm and a little rainy. I will attempt to make an apple pie later in the morning. Will I succeed? Will I fail? Will the magic pony be consumed? Time will tell!

Happy holidays, you crazy people, you.

My Chinese oral exam was a bust ( Read more... )

and someone is texting in class, I am going to take their phone away, tape it to the wall, and let the student watch their friends' texts go unanswered. And I will cackle to myself, and it will be good.

Also, I think I'm giving my sister the Amanda Palmer vinyl for Christmas. Maybe.

At a tutoring session. Pretty much a word-for-word discussion.

Me: Um. Sorry?
Student: You're following the path of the antichrist. I heard you talking about God at lunch, and that isn't God.
Me: I'd rather we talk about your use of the passive voice in your essay, actually.
Student: The antichrist is going to preach that God is love, and that's what ( Read more... )

Meh ( Read more... )

( through comics! )

I've finished all my homework. I have no impending deadlines. The trees are bright orange and covered with harmless moss, it's rainy and wet outside, and I have spicy mayan hot chocolate on the side table while I make comments on student papers. The papers are all about science fiction.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...

So 1. Why are we writing research papers in pairs?

and 2. Why can't my assigned partner know that you write your part BEFORE THE DAY OF THE DEADLINE AARGH.

Thirty minutes until class and she hasn't sent me a thing. I gave her a deadline. If she doesn't reach it, time-wise, I'm sending MY work to the professor. This is my effing MIDTERM GRADE, you ( Read more... )