Conversations With My Father

My dad came to my door last night when I was half asleep and goes,

"How many credits are you taking?"

"Um...18," (do you not read the blog, father dear?)

"When is your estimated or actual date of graduation?"

"May 2010..."

"Okay. Good night."

It was an insurance thing. Which made way more sense in the morning.

Physiological psychology test? Just as bad as I thought it would be.

And now I'm a little bit sad and even a little bit more scared to check D2L for my grade because I really don't want to see it. Really, really not. It is significantly more difficult to bury one's head in the sand when you have a large red percentage glaring at you from your monitor.

Is that just my crazy?

And 1960s shouldn't go too well tomorrow, either, because I've totally blown off studying for that in favor of being so ridiculously well-prepared for psych that it KICKED MY ASS, so yeah.

I'm back to living in a box.

I am not amused. This is a ridiculous strike over nonexistent issues (Want to be a real writer? Try STARVING and BEING A WAITRESS.), and it pisses me off. Wait. Does this mean no CSI? No Pushing Daisies?

Oh.

My.

God.

No HIMYM.

*is dead*

I know!!! I'll write it!!! I was on the school newspaper for a semester and always get A's on my papers! And I certainly know the characters! Please, Powers that Be, let me write it!!!

ETA: I just thought of something. Maybe this is God's way of giving me more time for studying. In which case, they should have struck (struck? striked?) earlier, because now they're scheduled to run out of new episodes during Christmas break. Grr.

A Scene of Hysteria

Dank basement lecture hall.

Professor Who Hasn't Realized that Three Years of Failing Averages Maybe Is His Fault (heretofor known as Bastard) enters, carrying a large folder.

Morena: Are those the tests? Oh my gosh, I think those are the tests.

Mary: *looks* Oooh, I think they are. I need to know what I got.

Morena: *hyperventillates*

Bastard: So these are the graded tests...

Morena: *Givethembackgivethembackgivethembackgivethemback*

Bastard: ...I'm not going to give them back yet...

Morena: *kills Bastard in head*

Bastard: ...but I will put up the grades on the board without names so you can see how the class did.

Author's Note: How the hell would this accomplish anything? I don't give a flying rat's ass what anyone else got on the damn test. Just give me my own damn grade.

Morena: *looks at carnage on the overhead. The class average was a 55%, and only twenty people got above a C. That should give you some indication.* Oh my God I failed. I failed. So hard. No one will ever love me. I'll die alone.

Mary: So, do you want to share a box on the street? Because I don't think we'll be able to afford our own.

Morena: *more hyperventillating*

End Scene.

Just so you know, I didn't fail after all. I got a B+. So maybe I can get my own box.

I have no title, but I can tell you that the cerebellum, pons, and medulla compse the rhombencephalon, which is located ventral to the occiptal lobe.

Halfway through with the first wave of midterms in all six classes (yay!), and definitely did very well in oceanography (yay!), mostly likely rather well in physiological psychology (yay!), and had Egypt kick my ass (boo!). However, the only the easy ones are left.

Except I'm a little bit worried about art history because they give you approximately twenty minutes with the review sheet. I'm exaggerating, but five days is not a lot to learn all the art work from the dawn of time to ancient Greece (about eight thousand years). It will be fine though. According to Pick a Prof.com (my favorite website- EVER), forty-nine percent of the class gets an A. I *know* I'm smarter than forty-nine percent of the morons in that class. Even just the three who sit in front of me, one has a picture of her making out with some guy as her background on her laptop, one hasn't learned to use deodorant yet, and one hasn't opened her notebook in weeks.

I can do better than *all* of them. Probably without studying.


Kind of tired, though. Got very angry this morning when I had to get up. Very, very angry.

OMG, new HIMYM tonight!!! OMG Squared, Season 2 on DVD tomorrow!!! YES!!! *does happy dances*

Do you kno what this also means? This means that in seven days and twelve hours Josh's Christmas CD will be out!!! *words do not express fangirly joy*



I have exhausted myself with thinking about all the work I've been doing lately and my fangirliness. I'm going to go eat a cookie.