The Happy Hunter's Journal (original) (raw)

2:44p

cough cough, blech I just woke up. Not remarkable, we're all forced to do it everyday right? But it's 14:45 here and I went to bed early. My throat still feels funky. Wah, wah, and Mike's at work so I can't act pathetic and sick for sympathy, aha he will be home soon, though. Muahahahaha.

I have the joy of being a stock monkey tommorrow at work. I actually don't mind though. Anything beats dealing with our bitchy upper crust housewife clientele for a whole 8 hours! :)

I am debating starting my f-ing term papers today, get it over and done with.

Last night I sat through my Modern Canadian Poetry (The WHOLE class I might add, ahem, applause needed) and tried to smile at my prof and comment on the woman's insane ramblings. Did you know the author of "The English Patient" is Canadian. Blah, I didn't underline, so lick me. Oh and by the way, those of you wondering what you will do with your degrees after college, take heart! You have to be on a better learning track than knowing the emergence of blood in modernist poetry represent the vulnerability of the what the fuck I PAID 500$ FOR THIS! I will get an A, I will get an A, I will get an A, and then NEVER take a poetry class again. Did I mention I HATE poetry, huh, did I? Well I do (*sulks*)

And before anyone asks why I TOOK this bloody course in the first place, it was the only thing to fit my schedule! (*tears at hear and rents clothing, and flogs self with a palm frond*)

Anyways, I think a certain Border Collie and his puppy son need a walk and some cuddling, I know I do.

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