My damn writing professor refuses to acknowledge my brilliance.

That amazing coffee thing I wrote got a C, which I kind of saw coming. The resume I wrote got a B-, which I can live with. Brah. What really irks me is the man's utter refusal to even acknowledge anything I say in class. And I say some awesome things. I'm delving into some damn good ( Read more... )

Girl 1:OH that's like... that's like I read in my class how like Irish people eat their babies, to like save money and stuff ( Read more... )

Obligatory tipping
Closed-mindedness
Ignorant/outspoken leftist chatter
Not having money
Running out of cigarettes
Shitty production on CDs
People who evidently jizz their pants over shitty production on CDs
Healthy preparations of chicken
How babies smell
Dogs
That bastard Gubo (though he was so cute)
Red Meat comics

Went on a romp w Trina ( Read more... )

Job stuff ( Read more... )

"Don't stress so much; it's not worth it."

I really hate being right all along.

PS I'm in a really shitty mood so like, if you're not watching Parental Control with Ashley/Alex, watch the news for on-campus homicides. Off to work...

Keyboard ( Read more... )

Statement of Purpose ( Read more... )