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.

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.

Seems easy enough?

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

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 :/

Going through the entire thing again, I realize that one of my group mates has been referring “St. Louis” to “St. Louise”

St. Louise?

They don’t hold Olympics in St. Louise!

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I started off loud, and babbling :B I opened my mouth, and a bunch of stupid came out. Luckily, I had a bunch of people in that class who were in my previous classes, so they answered all of my dumb questions B:’

I had to take a TB test today since they wouldn’t let me into classrooms if I have tuberculosis. On the way, one of my classmates was making fun of me. So sad! :[

Btw: What’s it mean when that little bump in your arm from the TB test goes down but it leaves a little red mark?

It started off with Monday, with me having to return to Hell (CSULA, if you haven’t already guessed) to get through another ten weeks of torture and pain. Why I keep doing these things to myself, I’m not sure. After blowing sixty bucks and blowing another 100 on fingerprints and background checks on books and and requirements for the field study class (actually I haven’t done that last part yet. The departments are stupid and the timing is awkward), I think its safe to say that school already sucks and I’m poor once again. Goodbye summer, its been real.

Tuesday was my birthday :3 I had a really good one even though there were no drinks involved. John bought me a pair of Skullcandy Skullcrushers, and I’m in love (love love).

On Wednesday, I was a total wreck because I had to wake up early to go to school (you never miss the first two days of class if you want to keep your seat there) and couldn’t send Jennifer off to San Diego with my parents. So I had to wake her up super early (when I wake up, which is way too early for anybody to be awake) and say goodbye. It was sad :[

Thursday and Friday were a blur, since most of my time at work is basically one big unfortunate waste of time. Such that once you’ve been there after a certain amount of hours, everything begins to shift into one another into one giant sad blob of work.

The weather was getting cold, so the rest of the students came inside to eat. Have I mentioned how much I dislike the other student assistants? The lazy fucks who do absolutely nothing and then gloat about it? I can’t stand them :x. They talk about nothing important (not that I have worlds of important things to talk about, but at least mine are somewhat interesting topics), nothing of interest, “funny” parts in movies that should be and are embarrassments to the movie industry, and when they run out of boring shit to talk about, they repeat it. Or play cards (who does that?).

That, coupled with the fact that I don’t get along with people all too well because of this weird “I’m not particularly smarter than you are, but how fucking annoying can you get?” complex I have going for me, makes a pretty bored and annoyed Karen.

So here’s what I have to say to that:

Ignore the part where I threw a french fry at John. Or don’t, but replace John with them, and french fries with handfuls stuu-fuus and f2h (face to hand)s.

Our presentation will probably also be chewed up, since I read that paper we turned in and it sucks. And in comparison to the other groups who have presented before us, it sucks. Its like a giant bag of suck to go all around. Hopefully things won’t be *so* terrible. But alas, that kind of luck only happens on television.

I’ve also got about four papers due next week that I’ve yet to start on.

Things are going just fantastically.