of why I wanna puke on my writing class:
" In terms of a grade, this means that if you have an A paper but have made no or only cosmetic changes, the essay will get a B+ at best."
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Bad Names
Think twice before you name your kid "Lisa", especially if you live in West Guadalcanal. In their language, it means "louse egg".
Monday, March 27, 2006
La la la!
Riding high on life despite massive massive amounts of schoolwork. Don't ask me why because all you'll get is a smile and a shrug in response. I wish I could bottle this feeling up and give it to the masses. It's like Felix felicis in Harry Potter. Thanks to my ipod, I'm developing a habit of randomly bursting out into song while studying, scaring Sarah in the process.
Peas out peeps,
Angie
Peas out peeps,
Angie
Thursday, March 23, 2006
This and That
I'm studying at Van Pelt Rosengarden library with the Numa numa yei song blasting into my ears, and suddenly the guy sitting across from me lets out a gigantic fart. I heard it loud and clear through the music- that's how loud it was. I don't think he was even that embarrassed because he just grinned sheepishly at his neighbors. We all kinda stared at each other and at the perpetrator and giggled to ourselves before going back to our books.
I've got a full weekend coming up: Dessert/performing night tonight, Applebee's/strictly funk on Friday, Chord on Blues and Jin's dinner on Saturday. And studying. That almost reads like an afterthought. How anticlimactic.
P.S.: I bought my cap 'n' gown- eek!
I've got a full weekend coming up: Dessert/performing night tonight, Applebee's/strictly funk on Friday, Chord on Blues and Jin's dinner on Saturday. And studying. That almost reads like an afterthought. How anticlimactic.
P.S.: I bought my cap 'n' gown- eek!
Motivation Level: On the Increase!
Well, once anything hits rock bottom, there really is only one way to go. Unless you have a drill. Please don't hand me a drill- that would be cruel.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Riddle Corner
Name the "beautiful old man" in the following quotation from Rebecca Goldstein's Incompleteness:
"Soon the famous head with the ion-charged hair was strolling the suburban sidewalks, so that at least on one occasion a car hit a tree 'after its driver suddenly recognized the face of the beautiful old man walking along the street.'"
(Isn't that the funniest description of his hair you've ever heard?)
"Soon the famous head with the ion-charged hair was strolling the suburban sidewalks, so that at least on one occasion a car hit a tree 'after its driver suddenly recognized the face of the beautiful old man walking along the street.'"
(Isn't that the funniest description of his hair you've ever heard?)
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