
California Geography with Dr. Kirschner is incredibly boring, so sometimes I draw. Sometimes I like what I draw and will post it online :P
Most of the time I just fall asleep.

California Geography with Dr. Kirschner is incredibly boring, so sometimes I draw. Sometimes I like what I draw and will post it online :P
Most of the time I just fall asleep.
I got really mad at myself this weekend because prior to this weekend, I had told myself that I was going to finish the book I was reading for class and start on the paper that was due on Wednesday. I also went out to read the other material that was required for class. Instead, I went out with Kit and his friends (although that was late at night and I don’t do much at night anyway) on Saturday night and went out with John to the mall to do some shopping and watched a movie on Sunday. As a result, I got nothing done. I got really mad at John for coming over and keeping me from my work since he actually believed me when I said I’d have a little time (I suppose I should have specified that I wouldn’t have five hours to waste at a mall though) this weekend, but ultimately it was my own stupid fault.
Blah! Now I’m all rushed to finish this damn paper — something I told myself I would avoid this quarter. I’m really angry with myself, you guys! D:
Also, I tanked a pop quiz because I didn’t get a chance to read the readings that were due today in class. I had done everything up until then too D: So already I have a shitty standing in class.
So! To avoid this, I’m going to have to really do well in my midterm, which is next Monday and I refuse to go out and do anything unless (there are always exceptions):
1. Somebody dies.
2. CGM asks me out (what?)
3. The hot guy on the bus asks me out (what?)
I’d like to say that if by some weird chance both of them do, then I’d be fucked in terms of grades, but there’s a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening :P Guess it’s you and me again, Adam Smith.
I know that resolutions are total crap, but I’m actually going to try my best to keep at this:
1.Get better grades in school. I have a five hour gap from 12:30 until 6:00 so I have no excuses for sucking in school. Also, do not drop the French Revolution class, even though the teacher looks like a mean cross between Tina Fey and Molly Shannon and is said to be both painful and boring at the same time. No seriously, don’t suck. I know I can do this if I actually gave it a shot.
2.You know when you put your feet together and your thighs touch? Yeah. They are totally not supposed to do that. Seriously. Get healthier. A new gym is opening up at school that was paid for using your tuition fees. Take advantage of it. No seriously, get over the fact that you’re going to look absolutely pathetic running a half mile and do it.
3.Become more social. Seriously. Find more friends, keep them.
Seems easy enough?
So anybody who’s ever been near me knows that I try to peddle off my studies and my homework with sexual favors, pleading, everlasting adoration, and bribes all the time whenever a paper or exam rolls along. Usually the combination varies from person to person :B
I usually get “no”s, in case you’re wondering. Sometimes people try to play nice with it with a “but I’m not familiar with that subject” line, or some people come back with “no” (please? “No” Not even for sexual favors? Pause. “I’ll think about it”)
So as I’m going up to the counter to grab some work to do and am staring at which set of documents are due soonest, the hot attorney I was introduced to a few weeks ago strikes up a conversation with me.
Me: You wanna trade places for like . . two days? You could take my finals for me and I’ll do your work as an attorney :D Ita be great! You’re totally smart, and I could um, run your copies for you and pretend you’re doing it on your own.
Hot Attorney: Really? That sounds great! :D
o_____o; I stand there, mouth agape for a second.
Me: Really?
HA: Yeah!
I think he’s tricking me. But I really must think of responses to these replies. I didn’t actually bank on people saying “yes”. And I didn’t even have to get down to the sexual favors! :O
What the fuck was I thinking taking a class called “The Soviet Union”? I knew this professor loved Russian history. I don’t. Why the hell is this my third class with her and why the hell did I decide to study the Soviet Union?
Its like I’m the only one in there who doesn’t know a thing about Russia :/ Half the class has lived there for pete’s sake.
I’m so fucking screwed :/