Grrr. Argh. What a wasted morning. It could have been spent academically, getting a headstart on a paper. Nope. I guess I'm going to have to do the Polygraph paper in one night. No biggie. At least it was wasted with Staci on CoH.
I'm taking the summer semester off. I can't take it anymore. Yes, said that last entry but it bears repeating. Over and Over again.
*edited for facebook*(sad) but it should pass. I know I said that *edited for facebook*(still sad) would come and go, but it's not going. That's bad, but not all bad. It's still a little tiny glimmer of hope and I'll take whatever I can get.
Saint and I talked about it yesterday. *edited for facebook* shouldn't be a problem, it's a solution. Other people view it as a problem.
Yeah, I stopped this entry halfway through because mum asked me to go with her to visit Grandmum in the hospital. I keep asking myself why I go to these things. I hate hospitals for several reasons. Those reasons apply to hospitals in general. Add the reasons why I hate Peace Arch then you have a party. I also noticed a clown car in the parking lot. I hate clowns too. I'm not scared of them. That implies fear. I hate them. That implies anger. I asked to be dropped straight off at campus instead of going home. If I would have gone home I would have to deal with a painfully grumpy Pyro and I would have napped. I probably wouldn't have gotten up. I can't miss the last Police Deviance class. This was a bright spot in an otherwise terrible semester. Of course being dropped off a campus I forget a few key pieces of gear. Most importantly my Ipod. It's all good. I can get away with a bare minimum of gear.
1. Wallet
2. Phone
3. Keys
4. Optics*(whether that be glasses or contacts with sunglasses)
Everything else is optional.
4. Lighter
5. Ipod/headphones
6. Flashlight 2
7. Swiss Army Knife
At least I have my school bag which has flashlight 1 and my multitool. I failed to put my yellow highlighter back. Oh, look at me talk about my gear. I like gear. I try to have every piece of gear I'll ever need with me. Better to have it and not need then need it and not have it.
CoH this morning with Staci. I backed her "old soul" controller with my Big Blue Tank. Man, tanks without "Taunt" are useless. "Gauntlet" does nothing...I had that illiterate blaster with a knockback power doing more crowd control than me.
At least I burned out all of my CoH power so I'll be able to write the paper.
4 articles/2 pages each + intro/ending/conclusion= 8-10 pages + Citation.
I have to remember this is Lyon...and Lyon isn't the more forgiving of profs.
At least tomorrow marks my last Richmond class. While I liked Richmond and yes even the classes, I wasn't applied enough to them. Betsy was a good person, but her skills as an instructor were questionable. I.e., picking such a lame and poorly written (and heavy) text. Also, she would go on these long tangents and let the class "say their peace" and never (rarely) get to what the topic of the day was. (sigh)
Death. Death to large textbooks.
Also, that Kevin kid on the bus home was annoying. Needless to say, when someone finally does talk to you after 3 weeks of waiting at the same bus stop never lead with the question "What are you?"
What are you? Um, I'm a person? That's a poorly worded question of genetics.
...Besides "oh snap" I use several other phrases. The most colourful of these is the "I'd punch their teeth down their throat" or "Punch them in the spleen" to indicate severe dislike.
I bet it would hurt to be punched in the spleen.
"Hot Fuzz" Trailer on TV today. I'm excited. Good to see that one "Shaun of the Dead" reference with the jumping fences.
Last week my MSN name read "The more psych papers I write, the more I hate humanity." This week "The more Crim Papers I write, the more I hate humanity." Now, simply "I hate humanity."
Oh, it's official. No Summer Semester. I'll stop mentioning it now. These things have to be cleared by the parents you know.
I want to get something to eat before class...nothing hot...simply because I feel like yelling at the cafe staff again. "Forget my onion rings will you?"
Wow, I forget how strong Tims coffee is...I had an XL at the hospital and I'm buzzing like a bee. Of course, I'll crash just before class and be a bear to deal with.
Last night and today have been the worst for *edited for facebook* moments. Like I don’t have enough on my mind....it's an interesting problem. Or solution. Either way, I'm boned.
I have to go away on holiday this summer. Travel somewhere with a laptop and write a good short story that doesn't involve guns or cops...Can I do that? Maybe I'll go the secret sorted affair route. I seem to like writing about those...because I'll never have one. Screw "writing what you know" I don't know anything, so what do I have to write?
Oh, right...NOTHING! Ha, and I thought about changing my major to creative writing. At least Crim doesn't require an innate skill they cannot teach.
I'm still a firm believer in the idea that you can't be taught to write. It must come from how you view the world.
Meaning, I'm boned.
Nuff Said.
Anything else? God, I hope not. This one has gone on for enough and has make little, if no sense. Also, I actually have to hear the world (and the people and their annoying Sean Paul ringtones) around me without my Ipod.
Oh, how glorious.
Done? Yeah.
Good, I thought he'd never shut up...
-Cleric.
* Doesn't that make wearing glasses sound so badass?!
Hey, I didn’t mention Dani in this one…wait…no…damn!