mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- grrrrr! I would just like to say.. RAWR! Gahhh. Boo! GRRR! Damnit. I'm just really frustrated at this moment and I'm not going to say why because that just isn't what I'm going to do. Instead, I'll tell you about my day in an unwitty and boring kind of way. I skipped my first class because we're having a test next week and I'm a dumbass. I went to Abnormal psych, where instead of paying attention to the bitter Bill Cosby (who I now have decided is gay.. yes, a bitter, old, gay Bill Cosby), I did anything else I could to not pay attention. I then went to sexual psychology and while we didn't get to watch any fun porn, we instead learned alot about orgasms. Later, I went to my creative writing class where I was made fun of for my love of Dawson's Creek. I decided that the teacher looked like a Pug. As per my banner, I got caught with my pants down again the other day. I was coughing up a lung and my suitemate comes in via the bathroom and asks if I need some tea. A nice gesture, yes, but I didn't have any pants on. My journalism class is being punished for something I did. That isn't good times. Apparently, I have been turning in work that isn't mine, or someone is turning in my work and claiming that it's their's. A little of both, actually. I didn't actually mean to turn in something that wasn't mine, but something got mixed up at the printer or something, and indeed, that's what I did. That was the first time. Unfortanetly, a few days later my teacher, after announcing to everyone the new rules that included not being able to take work home anymore (you'd now have to do it in the lab), took me in her office and said that it happened again. This time, I know it was someone who copied me because I messed up some of the stuff I had done on this particular project. So I cried and generally acted like a baby, and she said she knew it wasn't my fault, but I still had to redo the project and this time, do it front of her. Wow, that's good times. I feel like I'm about 2 years old. And I caused the class some of their privledges. I'm such a martyr. That's what I am. GRRR! BB is not speaking to me! BAH! He could at least say SOMETHING! This freakout brought to you by the letter C and the number 2. GRRRRRR!!! GRRRRR!!! 12:30 a.m. - October 10, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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