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But, you know what? To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday, but to be hated, you don't have to do squat!
Good ol' Homer.
Good ol' Homer.
Two more finals to go and one essay. And then, the semester from hell will be over. I made a new icon...I think it's quite nice. That's how I feel right now...crazy. Crazy, crazy, bug shaggin' crazy.
So I have a rough plan for my Christmas vacation. I like plans. Sometimes I wonder how can I be so supremely anal about some things (schedules, plans) and so completely casual about other things (homework, housework). It's so bizarre. Sometimes I scare myself when I think too much about my oddities and eccentricities. Eh, if I posted them, I'd probably scare you too.
I'm currently singing "Luckenbach TX" at the top of my lungs. The cats are singing along. It's funny. I wonder how long it'll be before we drive![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slacker_97 crazy.Now I'm singing that song from Fully Monty "Come up to see me, make me smile..." I will not be satisfied until I drive somebody crazy.
So anyway, about tonight's final. It was weird because one of the questions was almost an exact copy of a question on the midterm. So I gave almost an exact response. Fuck, if they can't be bothered to come up with an original question, I can't be bothered to come up with an original answer. Then in the second question I waxed philosophical about the problem of illiteracy and how it's a Very Big Issue facing the 21st Century. I suspect this is true. My stupid professor will probably be like "You don't have enough evidence to support this" and then I'll be forced to yell "It's an in class essay, bitch!" Or you know, just think it. Fuck it, I'm not going to worry about that class for one more second. It was a collassal waste of time, and I'm glad it's over.
Wee! The Dailey Show is on! "There's not exploding things at us, they're exploding things with us!" I didn't like Rob Corddry before, but he's really grown on me. "After months and months of searching, we finally got the guy who had nothing to do with 9/11." Though I still don't like Samantha Bee.
This is getting kinda long, so I will put the rest behind a tag. Because I hate people...ok, I don't hate people...I hate it when people make MONSTER fucking posts and don't bother putting it behind a cut tag. Scroll, scroll, scroll.
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So I have a rough plan for my Christmas vacation. I like plans. Sometimes I wonder how can I be so supremely anal about some things (schedules, plans) and so completely casual about other things (homework, housework). It's so bizarre. Sometimes I scare myself when I think too much about my oddities and eccentricities. Eh, if I posted them, I'd probably scare you too.
I'm currently singing "Luckenbach TX" at the top of my lungs. The cats are singing along. It's funny. I wonder how long it'll be before we drive
slacker_97 crazy.Now I'm singing that song from Fully Monty "Come up to see me, make me smile..." I will not be satisfied until I drive somebody crazy.So anyway, about tonight's final. It was weird because one of the questions was almost an exact copy of a question on the midterm. So I gave almost an exact response. Fuck, if they can't be bothered to come up with an original question, I can't be bothered to come up with an original answer. Then in the second question I waxed philosophical about the problem of illiteracy and how it's a Very Big Issue facing the 21st Century. I suspect this is true. My stupid professor will probably be like "You don't have enough evidence to support this" and then I'll be forced to yell "It's an in class essay, bitch!" Or you know, just think it. Fuck it, I'm not going to worry about that class for one more second. It was a collassal waste of time, and I'm glad it's over.
Wee! The Dailey Show is on! "There's not exploding things at us, they're exploding things with us!" I didn't like Rob Corddry before, but he's really grown on me. "After months and months of searching, we finally got the guy who had nothing to do with 9/11." Though I still don't like Samantha Bee.
This is getting kinda long, so I will put the rest behind a tag. Because I hate people...ok, I don't hate people...I hate it when people make MONSTER fucking posts and don't bother putting it behind a cut tag. Scroll, scroll, scroll.
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