A few things...
Every semester these are things that annoy me about the start of new classes:
-When teachers ALWAYS say "there are no stupid questions" (thanks i'm 12?)
-When students in the class talk SO FUCKING QUIETLY..like TALK OR DON'T TALK DONT INBETWEEN MUMBLE LOOK DOWN JESUS.
-THE FUCKED UP ARRANGEMENT OF ROOMS IN PACE UNIVERSITY
-HOW IT'S EITHER REALLY FUCKING COLD OR BALLS HOT IN THE ROOMS. NO INBETWEEN.
-there's no clocks in the rooms WTF.
-Professors love wasting your time with shitty anecdotes...WHY?
I started school, overview of classes;
Statistics: easy A, my professor is 24 and looks like willsmiith/barack mix and we have already thrown sexual inuendos at eachother.
Sex and Nation Building: Very dynamic group of kids in my class, the professor has the "mouth of a sailor" and she treats us like real adults. Hopefully this is my favorite class. She basically began class with "I'm gonna say things like vagina and penis..."
Experimental Psych II : This is just me getting a green light from the government to test human subjects with my study (which is really shaping up by the way). Also, the professor for this class is the one that adopted me to her own personal publishable studies (and I get paid to help her).
Public Speaking: My professor legit looks like a clown and everyone is a freshman because it's a required course that i've put off until almost my senior year. So that means it'll be a breeze.
Poetry for Enjoyment: This professor loves me and if I can get over the stuffy poet black dye job urban outfitters girls then i'll be fine. I almost barfed on the first day when one proceeded to say "I think this poem is about EmOtIoN"
In other news. For the first complete moment, I believe in Obama. After reading this...
this is incredibly important to me (obviously) due to the whole fact that i'm obsessed with prison reform in general...but this is EXTRA close to home because while working on my Honors thesis I read tons and tons about secret CIA torture prisons and i'm so glad that he's without question bringing these ridiculous places to extinction.
AS FOR my personal life I'm kinda cranky/tired/lazy. I feel like this week I've been going through the motions and I never even LOOK nice anymore. I wake up, throw on jordans and some tshirt, no bra, and really dirty jeans everyday. I live off of the organic homemade soups at my work and cupcakes and tea. Tomorrow I travel on a train to Long Island to see Title Fight because it'll feel really good to get to another part of the city and see some kids and go to a GOOD show. I recently saw Pissed Jeans two blocks from my house the other night after Alan texted me and told me Fucked up was playing and then I looked up the show and read that Pissed Jeans was also playing...sooooo blah blah I go and bring a sandwich and a water, everyone was so drunk and then I ran into my ex boyfriend and it was surprisingly painless and pleasant. After pissed jeans I bounced because I was tired as usual. Why do I miss my mom so much lately? I want a tropical vacation. I've been listening to alot of Buddy Holly lately and Keyshia Cole. Also some Ryan Adams to walk to the train early in the morning when it's still dark before I open the cafe.
Tell me something fucking good
vaticanrust:The Damned on “Supersonic”, 1977.
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