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College Woes
Aug. 15th, 2005 11:59 pm"Seriously, we are sending people to prison for saying *shit.* Admittedly, Jesus never said *shit,* but then again, *shit* wasn't really a word in ancient Hebrew, and I'd wager that if the Good Lord were around today, He'd probably have some choice words for some shit being carried out in his name." --Jeremy Carroll, Washington University Political Review.
Heehee, that cracked me up. There was also a funny article in there making plays on the Democratic Party being in a "persistant vegetative state" while the Republicans refuse to pull the plug on moral grounds, which was cute (even to a Democrat ^_^) but necessarily in its wholeness for the effect.
Bush's neighbor tried to shoot that lady who's protesting the war in Iraq outside his ranch. *Coughcough*RedneckTexanmuch???*coughcough.*
My fuzzy little problem is about (Heh, if we called Moony's "fuzzy little problem" his "time of the month," why can't I do the opposite?), and it's the bad of the three-month cycle. Don't ask me why it's on three months. I have some messed-up ovaries.
The room is going rather well, I suppose. The closet is clean. Now all I have to do is organize everything that has been pulled out from under the bed and out of the desks and out of the closet and organize it into piles and stow it away.
I have way too much to do before I go. I don't think my picture made it for the student ID card. I'm still screwed on the matters of Japanese, what with the lost form and all, and orchestra (*snort* perhaps the two things I care most about). I'm really actually quite resenting that I didn't get an orientation weekend to sort this out. This is going to be hell, having to try to sort this out while orientation goes on around me. I'll be sitting in an office, waiting, as everyone else learns everything there is to learn about the school, and then I'll never know.
I hate phones. I can't call about any of this, and there is no email address.
There's no wonder my fuzzy little problem is particularly fuzzy this month. I'm stressed out as hell.
Heehee, that cracked me up. There was also a funny article in there making plays on the Democratic Party being in a "persistant vegetative state" while the Republicans refuse to pull the plug on moral grounds, which was cute (even to a Democrat ^_^) but necessarily in its wholeness for the effect.
Bush's neighbor tried to shoot that lady who's protesting the war in Iraq outside his ranch. *Coughcough*RedneckTexanmuch???*coughcough.*
My fuzzy little problem is about (Heh, if we called Moony's "fuzzy little problem" his "time of the month," why can't I do the opposite?), and it's the bad of the three-month cycle. Don't ask me why it's on three months. I have some messed-up ovaries.
The room is going rather well, I suppose. The closet is clean. Now all I have to do is organize everything that has been pulled out from under the bed and out of the desks and out of the closet and organize it into piles and stow it away.
I have way too much to do before I go. I don't think my picture made it for the student ID card. I'm still screwed on the matters of Japanese, what with the lost form and all, and orchestra (*snort* perhaps the two things I care most about). I'm really actually quite resenting that I didn't get an orientation weekend to sort this out. This is going to be hell, having to try to sort this out while orientation goes on around me. I'll be sitting in an office, waiting, as everyone else learns everything there is to learn about the school, and then I'll never know.
I hate phones. I can't call about any of this, and there is no email address.
There's no wonder my fuzzy little problem is particularly fuzzy this month. I'm stressed out as hell.
