@ i seriously want to give it up.
ill-formed!
onto the new stuff going on this week...my god. i don't remember how many times i've written about school, anything related to it, the students (and the elite crew known as my pals), and teachers. i've a sneaking suspicion i won't be stopping anytime soon and that induces queasiness. so. i don't care for any of my teachers this go around. the best score i'll give is moderately pedestrian--and that'll definitely alter as the weeks roll by. i was upset i couldn't do the francophone film class as it is instructed in french (...maintenant, je parle le français trés mauvais. je pense. alors, je devrais étudier chaque jour, hein?). it feels like it's gonna be a looooooooong week, but it's running smoothly thus far. so. it starts off tolerable. oh so tolerable.
March 29, 2011
March 27, 2011
At it. An encore.
awwwwwwwwww. spring break is over! this week was much too short. i'm devastated. i am definitely not looking forward to waking up early and sitting through classes struggling to keep my eyes and ears open. ughhhh. i didn't quite accomplish everything i intended to...i had a change in a reciprocation so i'm working on it. i think it'll come out interesting, if not emotional (not like the stoicism apparent in my writing..or me in real-real life. i have dimensions).
ehhmmm, anyways, i'm off to start more education tomorrow. can't believe i have to do the whole italian everyday thing again (who will be my teacher?? someone as sweaty and cute as before??? i can only hope..but not that sweaty).i don't know the exact approach to have to this quarter...i mean, i'mma try to keep it lax and get shit done goood. after this round i have summer to fool around and rot in mini pants in the sunshine for a while before attending more education things. ooohhahhh, already a rather deep letdown. onto the surviving.
ehhmmm, anyways, i'm off to start more education tomorrow. can't believe i have to do the whole italian everyday thing again (who will be my teacher?? someone as sweaty and cute as before??? i can only hope..but not that sweaty).i don't know the exact approach to have to this quarter...i mean, i'mma try to keep it lax and get shit done goood. after this round i have summer to fool around and rot in mini pants in the sunshine for a while before attending more education things. ooohhahhh, already a rather deep letdown. onto the surviving.
March 17, 2011
Grinning green
hi!! "winter" finals are over and i can fulfill my spring break fantasy of staying home all day playing video games and going online! that's what my 13 year old self would relish..but i'm not exactly like that anymore. ok, beyond the fact that it's st. patrick's day (remember the last two years? i wasn't in america! and i was doing very much irish things, like drinking green beer and just drinking in general), i want to be consistent with what i mentioned in the previous post regarding interesting things i took pictures of in the library at my school. i've already put one up here.
these can be rather vulgar so please proceed with caution; other than that, start your guffaws.
i was shocked and disturbed to discover such illustrations and phrases scrawled on decades old desks. it just seems unfathomably that warped, seeming sexually deprived, slightly prejudiced individuals attend my school. yeah, it's a big place, but just going to this library increases my chances of running into these people. um. maybe i should find a new place to study/kill time before classes, but this is really the best library i've been to thus far--it's got that old timey charm with that slowly, rotting scent of old paper and quietness you expect..there are real books that are genuinely interesting! the downsides of this place, however, are the construction stuff going on (eg: noise and god-knows-what that floats along with the dust when they drill/paint/other construction stuff)and the less than decent wi-fi.
ahh.
despite being concerned about what's happened and currently happening in japan (i wonder if my '06 family is ok), i feel relaxed. also perturbed.
these can be rather vulgar so please proceed with caution; other than that, start your guffaws.
i was shocked and disturbed to discover such illustrations and phrases scrawled on decades old desks. it just seems unfathomably that warped, seeming sexually deprived, slightly prejudiced individuals attend my school. yeah, it's a big place, but just going to this library increases my chances of running into these people. um. maybe i should find a new place to study/kill time before classes, but this is really the best library i've been to thus far--it's got that old timey charm with that slowly, rotting scent of old paper and quietness you expect..there are real books that are genuinely interesting! the downsides of this place, however, are the construction stuff going on (eg: noise and god-knows-what that floats along with the dust when they drill/paint/other construction stuff)and the less than decent wi-fi.
ahh.
despite being concerned about what's happened and currently happening in japan (i wonder if my '06 family is ok), i feel relaxed. also perturbed.
March 11, 2011
Anticipations, never leave, Please
What's happnin'??
So, i'm finally done with that grotesque ordeal regarding writing up stuff and referencing and transcribing that's worth a shitload of points. But. I digress. I feel the relief, the sensation of having the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders (thanks, atlas) and i can function like a normal ... younger person again. the funny thing about today: breakfast blunts. i imagine.
ok. back to mindless, tedious thoughts and observations about the last day of classes. OH MANS. I was absolutely heartbroken when i was sitting in italian class, listening to my teacher spew expletives and insults in a foreign tongue, and when the thought smacked me upside my giant head: this was the last time i'd ever see my teacher again (i've admitted it elsewhere, but i guess now would be an ok time to do so, too) because i've harbored some attraction towards him...there are countless qualities he possesses that are immensely irresistible to me (and maybe other girls who aren't into the super machismo or hyper sensitive fellows and enjoy sipping/downing whiskey while watching fellini films and playing the beatles' revolver in the background..but! i digress). it was definitely the glasses that made me like him initially (it's my thing. probably a borderline fetish). no more sweaty pit stains and slightly smirked (to the right side) grins occurring in uncomfortable situations or in uncertainty or ...when something kinda humorous went down. oh. i'm really gonna miss seeing him everyday. seriously. especially those pit stains.
the only thing i have to immediately stress over is my final for italian tomorrow.
with all my forthcoming free times, i'm apt to get some belated shit done; hmmm, like sending stuff to people about stuff that happened and what of it now. to whoever reads this and can infer that this is about: i can gather my thoughts together and come up with a retort that encompasses what i meant, and mean and feel and think now. expect something.
i also want to get up some relatively insanely interesting pictures i took while studying/doing school stuff in yrl, that new library hangout i've been frequenting. i like how it's nearly deserted, the construction on the ground floor might be the likely culprit, and has multiple floors with labyrinths of shelves containing the most oddest printed things (francis grierson, snark hunting, scientific anthologies of brazil, & the list goes on). but the point of interest here lies in those individual desks, lining the walls and flanking the giant windows that allow mindless gazing outside, of the upper floors.
coming soon.
So, i'm finally done with that grotesque ordeal regarding writing up stuff and referencing and transcribing that's worth a shitload of points. But. I digress. I feel the relief, the sensation of having the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders (thanks, atlas) and i can function like a normal ... younger person again. the funny thing about today: breakfast blunts. i imagine.
ok. back to mindless, tedious thoughts and observations about the last day of classes. OH MANS. I was absolutely heartbroken when i was sitting in italian class, listening to my teacher spew expletives and insults in a foreign tongue, and when the thought smacked me upside my giant head: this was the last time i'd ever see my teacher again (i've admitted it elsewhere, but i guess now would be an ok time to do so, too) because i've harbored some attraction towards him...there are countless qualities he possesses that are immensely irresistible to me (and maybe other girls who aren't into the super machismo or hyper sensitive fellows and enjoy sipping/downing whiskey while watching fellini films and playing the beatles' revolver in the background..but! i digress). it was definitely the glasses that made me like him initially (it's my thing. probably a borderline fetish). no more sweaty pit stains and slightly smirked (to the right side) grins occurring in uncomfortable situations or in uncertainty or ...when something kinda humorous went down. oh. i'm really gonna miss seeing him everyday. seriously. especially those pit stains.
the only thing i have to immediately stress over is my final for italian tomorrow.
with all my forthcoming free times, i'm apt to get some belated shit done; hmmm, like sending stuff to people about stuff that happened and what of it now. to whoever reads this and can infer that this is about: i can gather my thoughts together and come up with a retort that encompasses what i meant, and mean and feel and think now. expect something.
i also want to get up some relatively insanely interesting pictures i took while studying/doing school stuff in yrl, that new library hangout i've been frequenting. i like how it's nearly deserted, the construction on the ground floor might be the likely culprit, and has multiple floors with labyrinths of shelves containing the most oddest printed things (francis grierson, snark hunting, scientific anthologies of brazil, & the list goes on). but the point of interest here lies in those individual desks, lining the walls and flanking the giant windows that allow mindless gazing outside, of the upper floors.
coming soon.
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