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25 January 2007 @ 11:27 am

I swear to God, I am going to call the fashion police down on this entire campus. We've had a bit of sun the last couple days, and it has clearly addled the brains of my fellow students, who seem to have forgotten that it is, in fact, still January. Today I saw a girl wearing a white skirt made of some flimsy material that barely covered her naughty bits, leaving her legs entirely bare all. the way. down...

...to her black Ugg boots. Now, either she wished to look like a prostitute (in which case, she succeeded!), or her thought process was something like this: "Oh, I'm wearing big fleecy boots so therefore my outfit is seasonally appropriate no matter what else I put on."

asefasdlfkjasd;lf no.

NO.

NO.

Of course, she was walking with her friend, a heavyset girl who was wearing one of those horizontal-striped shirts (how that got to be a fashion trend among the same group of girls who are constantly obsessing over how fat they are, I'll never know), with jeans tucked awkwardly into her teal--TEAL!!--Uggs, so it seems she's in good company. A company of people who make me want to PUT MY EYES OUT.

To everyone else, I offer a simple plea: I know you're anxious to break out your spring clothes again--hell, I've got some fabulous wedge sandals that are yearning to see the light of day--and I know that retailers think it's spring already; but for the rest of us here on PLANET EARTH, unless the hemispheres have switched since I last checked, it is still WINTER. So for the love of all that is holy, please, PLEASE put the sandals, shorts, short skirts, capris, sundresses, and cute little tank tops away for another couple of months. Seeing a bunch of affluent college kids voluntarily shivering along to class makes me want to hit things.

28 November 2006 @ 01:04 pm

Ow, I think my face froze off. If anyone finds a nose and some ears in the snow, could you pop 'em in the post? Thanks.

My alarm clock FAILED me today; I hit the snooze button at 7:30 and didn't wake up again until 10:00. "I hate my life!" quoth I, while scrambling to get out the door without any breakfast and then slip across a treacherous blanket of ice all the way to class.

In sum: I haven't had my coffee and my lips are chapped and I have to go work tonight and it will be cold and dark and I will probably fall and kill myself and one of the books I need to reference for my project is due today and can't be renewed! RARGH!

Current Mood: still hating school

{everything in the whole world} ⊆ {things I hate right now}

But especially this semantics homework. sadflkjl;skfdja;;azz

omg. I hate this morphology class SO MUCH. You have no idea. Here I have a "homework assignment" which is basically a bunch of data and no direction as to what the hell I'm supposed to DO with it. It makes me feel stupid because I don't automatically see the mystery pattern or whatever, and I HATE THAT.

I might as well just write, "The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!" and be done with it, because I'm sure that makes about as much sense as whatever explanation he'll give. ARGH.

Also, The DaVinci Code video game? What the hell?

Current Mood: ranty

Current Location: work

OK, seriously, I am so filled with hate right now. EVERYTHING HURTS. I have the sinking feeling that I've just spent way too long totally fucking up my syntax homework, but I honestly don't know because I can't even focus on my notes for more than five seconds before my eyes start crossing. My train of thought has not just jumped the rails, it's rolled down the side of a mountain and exploded into a FIERY MASS. There are no survivors.

I hate being incapacitated by my period; it makes me so ineffectually angry. Or maybe that's just the hormones.

I'm in dire need of escapism: tell me happy things in the comments, please. Unless you LIKE me as a raging bitch, of course.

Current Mood: murderous

Current Music: my teeth grinding together

10 January 2006 @ 04:59 pm

Oh, I fucking love this. Apparently I'm supposed to learn Chinese characters by inscribing them on a grain of rice--or, you know, by having to squish them into really small spaces on the worksheets we're given. Here I am, being graded on my handwriting, and I'm given a little box not two centimeters long in which to write three fairly complicated characters? Some of which I've never written before? REAL GREAT DESIGN THERE, GUYS.

Honestly, it's the design issue that bugs me more than anything; I'm a snob that way. I've always wished I could grade teachers on their handouts. "Ugly font, hurts the eye. Not enough room to write any of the answers. Come on, you can do better than this. F--"

My new book still bugs me, but I also find it amusing. It's meant to target Chinese-American students, not only in the method of teaching, but also in the content. So rather than your standard language-text fare ("Hello, how are you, my the weather is nice today"), we get dialogues and short essays on China vs. Taiwan, the lives of Chinese-Americans, what it means to be Chinese, &c. Lesson Two is titled, "Where is my home?" FOR REAL. That's what it's called. It's all about one individual's inner conflict over his Chinese heritage vs. his American cultural identity. He ends by saying: "In the end, am I Chinese? Or American? What does 'home' mean, after all? Where is my home?"

Oh, thank God. Finally, a textbook that understands my pain!

Current Mood: I need a "sarcastic" icon

Current Music: paul oakenfold: nightmare