Who's up for some squanky-wanky? Some honka-donka? Some flanka-shanka? Maybe a touch of gashtoinky-shtoinky?
::Sigh:: I don't know, dammit! I had to start with something, and those words were just pounding at the inside of my skull, screaming, "Let me out!"
Alas, that's out of the way. Let me now apologize for having deprived you fine individuals of my sweet, sweet writing for an overly extended period of time. I do it a lot, though. So get used to it.
In other news, Islam class sucks. Which came into my mind since Fred's copy of the Koran is just laying out on the floor, staring at me. But Islam wouldn't be so bad, as I've said before, if it were just smaller. It's too damn big, damn you!
Of course, it would also help if I motivated myself. You know, like worked to do the readings for the class and also worked to read the book I did a book report on. Somehow, despite the fact that I read about 1/5 of the book, I expected an A-. Well I got a B. And I complained about it, too. I was quite frustrated, you see, because now my average in that class, instead of being a B+ as I'd hoped and expected, is a B, the grade at which it will most likely stay unless I bust my ass open on the final. Now a B normally wouldn't bother me too much--hell, if I had a B in a class in high school for the amount of work I'd done, I wouldn't mind much at all, but here there is cash on the line. I need something like a GPA of 3.7 or 3.8 (I'm thinking 3.8, but not sure) to get a few thousand dollars tacked on to my scholarship at the start of junior year. And dammit, I want that money--I mean, I have two smaller siblings behind me that won't be able to get as much financial backing as they should get when it comes time for them to get educated. Every little bit helps.
So as it stands, my expected GPA at the end of this semester is going to be a little over 3.6. If that's where it will be, then next semester, even if I get straight As, I will have a 3.78. Quite frustrating, really.
Alas, I shouldn't stress out over it so much. Que será será. Con un plátano en mi culo. Ay, el estrés. Donde está la pornografía?
Quizá yo volveré y escriba más, pero ahora yo dejo de querer escribir nada. Disfrútense, chicos. Hasta la byebye.
::Sigh:: I don't know, dammit! I had to start with something, and those words were just pounding at the inside of my skull, screaming, "Let me out!"
Alas, that's out of the way. Let me now apologize for having deprived you fine individuals of my sweet, sweet writing for an overly extended period of time. I do it a lot, though. So get used to it.
In other news, Islam class sucks. Which came into my mind since Fred's copy of the Koran is just laying out on the floor, staring at me. But Islam wouldn't be so bad, as I've said before, if it were just smaller. It's too damn big, damn you!
Of course, it would also help if I motivated myself. You know, like worked to do the readings for the class and also worked to read the book I did a book report on. Somehow, despite the fact that I read about 1/5 of the book, I expected an A-. Well I got a B. And I complained about it, too. I was quite frustrated, you see, because now my average in that class, instead of being a B+ as I'd hoped and expected, is a B, the grade at which it will most likely stay unless I bust my ass open on the final. Now a B normally wouldn't bother me too much--hell, if I had a B in a class in high school for the amount of work I'd done, I wouldn't mind much at all, but here there is cash on the line. I need something like a GPA of 3.7 or 3.8 (I'm thinking 3.8, but not sure) to get a few thousand dollars tacked on to my scholarship at the start of junior year. And dammit, I want that money--I mean, I have two smaller siblings behind me that won't be able to get as much financial backing as they should get when it comes time for them to get educated. Every little bit helps.
So as it stands, my expected GPA at the end of this semester is going to be a little over 3.6. If that's where it will be, then next semester, even if I get straight As, I will have a 3.78. Quite frustrating, really.
Alas, I shouldn't stress out over it so much. Que será será. Con un plátano en mi culo. Ay, el estrés. Donde está la pornografía?
Quizá yo volveré y escriba más, pero ahora yo dejo de querer escribir nada. Disfrútense, chicos. Hasta la byebye.
1 Comments:
At 06 December, 2004 01:06,
Eric said…
puta... madre
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