So, erm, yeah. I want to drop out of school. They aren’t teaching me anything, and when i look at my course outline i don’t see myself learning very much in the future. Maybe this means i’m supposed to change my major, or transfer to a school with a credible journalism program? I’m just so tired… i went through all this college bullshit once and none of the good places accepted me so i wound up getting my nearly straight A’s here rather than anywhere i actually wanted to go. So, now i’m tied down to the people and the campus but not to the university or the program, and with every week that passes my outlook on the future gets more and more bleak. So, now i’m barely going to my classes and hating every second of it and yet i have to do my work so everything else around me suffers, including this and theatre and battle of the bands and all the rest. I want to just be a journalist, and the funny thing is, i probably won’t even be one after i graduate.
life sucks.
So, yeah, um… isn’t it interesting how suddenly all these cute girls who’d normally never give me the time of day are flirting with me? I mean… it isn’t like i’m any more attractive than i was two weeks ago, so unless i’m suddenly putting off pheromones (and strong ones, at that), i really don’t see why these people are flirting with me. It isn’t fair! I mean… obviously it feels very nice to be paid attention to, but they’ve picked the one time in my life i can’t flirt back. Argh! Women.
A short conversational treatise on hickeys in the workplace:
frank, my manager: Damn, what happened to your neck?
krisis: Um… i dropped something on it. Yeah. Dropped something on my neck. Hurt like hell.
frank: Dude, it looks awful. It’s all purple and bubbled up….
krisis: Um, yeah, let me just button up my shirt.
Thank god for collared shirts, that’s all i have to say about that one…
wow… this has got to be my favourite quote of the week…
You have asked the user authorization to add him/her to your Contact List
The following reason for the authorize request was given:
Because you’re, … um… my…. err… girlfriend? I think. Maybe.
I am super-oblivious, and it is snowing. I had been looking out of my window at the near-fog in the air wondering how it could stay so thick for so long, but i finally noticed that all the windows’ arches on the other side of the street are frosted like a gingerbread house. Surely enough, a quick trip to the windows reveals a street coated once again all in white. Now that conversation i just had about snowball fights seems so much more relevant…