December 13th, 2002
|02:07 pm - jots and tittles|
perhaps i shoudlnt be getting statistics from jokeaday, but evidently 60% of americans can't find iraq on a map. neither can 60% of iranians, who i would have expected to have an easier time of it. then again, it also says 11% of americans can't find the usa on a map.
i was surprised to find myself waking up from my nap; i had forgotten i was asleep.
my cranberry juice/fruit punch/iced tea drink has too much cranberry in it. ohso bitter
there's this girl on campus who looks like a damn skull. really deathly. it kinda creeps me out. i keep expecting her to start mumbling "brainsss" and attacking people.. actually, that would be kinda cool. i guess she's all right after all
got my essay portfolio back-- A on that, B for the class because i'm always late and incompetent. but yeah, she is thrilled with my essays and says to go talk to her about sending them out for publication. of course, she said the same thing after freshman comp and a) never got around to helping me out with that, and b) if she had, i would now be mortified, becuase pretty much everything i wrote for that class, in my 2 years hindsight, blows. not just the writing, which does, but the emotional content- i sound pathetic. so if something from just 2 years ago aged so badly for me, how am i going to commit to sending something out into eternal public view?
also the fact that theyre personal essays-- i don't mind the random people so much, but i dont know if i want people who know me and the situations reading some of those (ie, the good ones when i'm not just talking about killing a beetle or something).
np: Bratmobile] Panik
|Date:||December 13th, 2002 03:19 pm (UTC)|| |
my cranberry juice/fruit punch/iced tea drink has too much cranberry in it.
This can be fixed with a little vodka. ;-)
I want a pic of skull-girl!
they didn't have any of that in the dining hall
|Date:||December 17th, 2002 07:16 am (UTC)|| |
What kind of pansy school do you go to?