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I was in my Linguistics class trying to figure out a syntax problem (all you need to know about that is that's was HTML goulash before HTML was invented) and one girl in my group just has this really whiny voice that has the insane ability to grate on my nerves. Everything she says sounds so ditzy, even if it really isn't (I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt; most of what she says is pretty stupid). Then everyone in my group starts talking about cell phones while I'm plugging away at this problem and I'm ready to scream and throw my book across the room just so I can get their attention (I didn't, though. I'm too inhibited). Come to find out, I needn't have stressed over the problem as much as I had because I was right the first time (damn my notes...)
I might have scared my group-mates because I was working on the problem so hard, but I had just received an e-mail from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (something along the lines of Voldemort, but a bit more subtle than mass murdering death and chaos) and it was the sort that put me on the next big guilt trip of my life, but I don't know how else to deal with the problem other than to ignore it. I realize that I got myself into this mess and I have get myself out somehow, but anything I think of ends up with me with an angry sister and mother (those can be murder) on my case. Eeeesh, isn't there a nunnery somewhere that I can join? Maybe a remote monastery where I can write my story, read "Harry Potter" and watch "24" to my heart's content without these retarded social commitments I'm committed to just because I was born a female in Utah? Damn my innate sense of needing to be taken care of and to mother children. Damn it, I say!
Okay, maybe I'm not so hostile to the idea as all that, but this is getting ridiculous. At this point in my life, all I want to do is study English, become qualified to teach English and...hey, teach English! What is so difficult to understand about that? Why can't I be left alone by people? Why do all the menfolk around me have to be such pansies and/or losers? Why am I so picky? And when will those protocol Nazis at CTU and Division ever figure out that Jack Bauer is always right and they should do whatever he asks? (I started watching the fourth season of 24 on DVD last night. They got rid of all my favorite characters between three and four, so now I have to learn to like these people all over again or just hit my head against the wall and wish for the days when Nina was driving us all nuts).
Yup, it's official: Spring Break is over and I have a five page Linguistics paper due by the end of the Finals week (five pages, single spaced. I'm hosed). Can I call in dead?
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
I might have scared my group-mates because I was working on the problem so hard, but I had just received an e-mail from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (something along the lines of Voldemort, but a bit more subtle than mass murdering death and chaos) and it was the sort that put me on the next big guilt trip of my life, but I don't know how else to deal with the problem other than to ignore it. I realize that I got myself into this mess and I have get myself out somehow, but anything I think of ends up with me with an angry sister and mother (those can be murder) on my case. Eeeesh, isn't there a nunnery somewhere that I can join? Maybe a remote monastery where I can write my story, read "Harry Potter" and watch "24" to my heart's content without these retarded social commitments I'm committed to just because I was born a female in Utah? Damn my innate sense of needing to be taken care of and to mother children. Damn it, I say!
Okay, maybe I'm not so hostile to the idea as all that, but this is getting ridiculous. At this point in my life, all I want to do is study English, become qualified to teach English and...hey, teach English! What is so difficult to understand about that? Why can't I be left alone by people? Why do all the menfolk around me have to be such pansies and/or losers? Why am I so picky? And when will those protocol Nazis at CTU and Division ever figure out that Jack Bauer is always right and they should do whatever he asks? (I started watching the fourth season of 24 on DVD last night. They got rid of all my favorite characters between three and four, so now I have to learn to like these people all over again or just hit my head against the wall and wish for the days when Nina was driving us all nuts).
Yup, it's official: Spring Break is over and I have a five page Linguistics paper due by the end of the Finals week (five pages, single spaced. I'm hosed). Can I call in dead?
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
