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Yeah. So, uhh, vote for her. She wants to win this thing like craaaazy.]]> Thu, 23 Jul 2009 21:24:39 -0500
Must be all that morphine and vicodin.]]> Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:45:09 -0500
Tiger Geo
Murphy's Law
Favela
I've wanted this for so long
Bye Bye Apocalypse


In other news, when I flew to Albuquerque this past weekend, the guy sitting next to me talked the whole 2 hours and told me about his wife and two girlfriends and his wiener. ]]> Thu, 11 Jun 2009 17:21:26 -0500
Here's what I was wearing: a light pastel green skirt, plain black button up blouse, and plain black ballet flats.

How in the hell is jeans and a t-shirt more appropriate than a skirt and blouse?! And I don't understand why people have such an issue with what I was wearing when the other student workers wear shirts that show off their tits and dresses that maybe come down to mid thigh.

EUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
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“Can we get a head’s up on our midterm?”

“Heads up.”

A few people laugh. He does not smile. Silence. Someone coughs. We look at him. We look at each other. We look at the floor.

“What will the test cover?”

“This class.”

Again, silence. No one looks at anyone.

“What will the questions be like?”

“Big.”

“Big?”

“As in, ‘How does Marxist theory relate to the rest of the universe?’”

Silence. No one knows if he is serious. Those of us that have a foggy idea of Marxist theory become very afraid.

“Do you have some sort of standard to turning in the essay? 12 font, times new--“

“No.”

“Nothing? No guidelines?”

“I don’t care if you turn it in handwritten. On butcher paper. In blood.”

He laughs. Somehow, his frail seventy-two year old five-foot-flat frame seems to morph into a body builder as he flexes his awesome power over us, knowing we are at his indefinable and inexplicable whims of mercy.

Then we were dismissed. Or, rather, he just left us there. Staring at each other, shocked and afraid.


Sometimes I hate my classes.

]]> Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:40:33 -0500 So, I got on a bus, went to Wal-Mart, bought a lock cutter, and reclaimed my bike.

All is well right now.]]> Sat, 07 Feb 2009 16:23:46 -0600
On a slightly less terrifying note, I got a care package from my mom today. So, anyway, how are you doing today?]]> Fri, 06 Feb 2009 16:53:20 -0600
Love, Amy
P.S. I hate you.]]>