  Emotional day all in all. A near-tear moment in the advising office finding out I have a one unit requirement not yet met that potentially would keep me from graduating.
Some begging on my part is on the docket for tomorrow morning with my science prof  I need into another class of his, 102 instead of 103. good thing I went in to double check all this stuff. To relieve my suffering, I splurged on a sushi lunch with the lit girls and morgens man. Came home with a sleepy head and laid down in bed for a nap. Then thought twice; I took a long nap yesterday. Should I make a habit of this? Instead I played with the rabbit and threw on my running garb.
I hit the streets, tacking on another two miles of gentle hills to my newly rediscovered running mission. I came home with a mouth full of sand  I couldnt go much further without a sippy. Grabbed the soccer ball and spent some time concentrating while tired (jugglings harder when youre tired). You know Im upset with Aneil and that fucking class. Can I call it fucktarded? Well it is. Aneil tells me not to contribute so much to the online discussions. SO what did I do today? I responded to every posting up there.
Why not tell me not to come to class? He says this LTWR336 class is not a literature class. ha- so, I emailed the department head and sneakily asked her what the queer theory class is classified as. I just want to hear it from the authority  even though I know the answer. You know, Gabe is right; some people make arguments only to undermine the foundation others stand on. (I hope Im paraphrasing you correctly) why rallin would try to change the class category is beyond me. And what really bugs is his suggestion that Im not being receptive of others opinions and perspectives. When he played angry princess in our last class, shutting people up left and right. Not to be pop-psych about it, but its classic projection.
Were alike; thats why were a burr in each others panties. I dont back down when someones trying to overpower me, put me down, or intimidate me. Like silly little Justin on Friday night. I was almost aggressively engaged with him, dominating him with comments not outright rude but bold nonetheless. In the spirit of my father, If they dont like me, they can kiss my ass. I love him sometimes.
(except when its me whos on the receiving end of it) Now what? Bryan pussed out on getting together. And I cut my run short to join up with him. He ate and got lazy. Go figure  thats what happened to me. I know what Ill do! Ill go buy beer and sit here concocting more things to say in response to the WebCT posts. Like I said at the close of one of mine today: and no, i'm not going to stop responding to these posts.
you've sparked a compulsion with a mentally ill fanatic. deal :) 
