I went to bed last night around 11:00, set my alarm for 6 AM, because that is the time I need to wake up to get ready for my 8 AM biology lab. Well...since I tossed and turned unable to breathe from 11:00 PM to 6:00 AM, I really did not see myself being able to wake up and go to lab. I was achy and I couldn't breathe out of my mouth. That's how congested I am. I just pulled the covers over my head and told myself "I need to sleep right now. That's the only way I'm going to get better. I can ask my professor if I can make up the points somehow. And if not...then oh well. That's life." So I tried to go back to sleep. I wrote my professor an e-mail before I did so that I wouldn't tell him after class had already happened. Mind you...I didn't sleep THAT well. It was still a fitful sleep but at least I got a few hours in. I got up at 10:30 and went to my psychology class. The whole time I felt like I was going to combust sitting there. Like I was one big giant mucus migraine. But I would feel completely useless if I missed both of my classes. Walking to and from school was hell. As if I didn't already have enough moisture in my lungs, the humidity contributed full force to my hacking my lungs out.
Now let me just say that this was the most pointless class to go to. If I didn't have to turn in my assignment I probably could have missed and not been affected at all. Umbridge failed to put notes online so instead of lecture today she separated the class into two sides, boys and girls and asked us to ask each other embarrassing questions about the opposite sex. Basically "What you always wanted to know about the opposite sex". Well I pretty much have men figured out. I didn't need this little "educational" class discussion. Which was horrifying some of the questions these girls asked these guys. I mean really...I'm ashamed to be a girl. One girl asked: "If you were married and were trying to have kids but couldn't and YOU were at fault...like YOU were the one "shooting blanks"...how would you feel?"
This question almost made me hit the roof. I wanted to go up to that girl...pull her big stupid red ponytail backwards and say this. (Commence typing in all caps)
"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THEY'D FEEL YOU FUCKING TWAT?? THEY WOULD FEEL HORRIBLE! DO YOU THINK THEY'D FEEL GOOD??? DO YOU THINK IT WOULD MAKE THEM LAUGH??? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN IN THIS FUCKING CLASS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?? PEOPLE LIKE YOU DESERVE TO BE HUNG BY THEIR FUCKING TOES AND BITCHED SLAPPED UNTIL THEY GROW A FUCKING BRAIN! SHUT YOUR FUCKING PIE HOLE AND DON'T GRACE US WITH YOUR FUCKING STUPIDITY AGAIN!!! TWAT."
That's what I wanted to say this this bitch. Like seriously. What kind of question is that? Then here's another one, "Why do men cheat?"
Here's what I wanted to say, "WHY THE FUCK DO WOMEN CHEAT? ARE WOMEN GIVEN LICENSE TO CHEAT ON THEIR MEN WHEN THEY ARE BORN? NO YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE! WOMEN CHEAT JUST AS MUCH AS MEN DO. STOP ASKING FUCKING STEREOTYPICAL FUCKING QUESTIONS YOU STUPID BITCH. STOP WATCHING MTV! THAT'S NOT FUCKING REAL LIFE. GET A JOB AND A LIFE AND START LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD LIKE THE REST OF US."
And another, "I'm an African American woman and I am interested in dating a white man but all white men are afraid of black women. Just like white girls are afraid of black men."
"WHAT THE FUCK? I'M NOT AFRAID OF BLACK MEN? WHY ARE WE ALL OF A SUDDEN BRINGING RACE INTO THIS MOTHER FUCKING CONVERSATION? I DON'T DATE BLACK MEN BECAUSE A BLACK MAN HAS NEVER ASKED ME OUT! MAYBE YOU'VE NEVER MET A WHITE GUY THAT'S PREFERS BLACK WOMEN! IT'S NOT LIKE THEY DON'T EXIST! IT'S NOT LIKE THEY ARE MYTHICAL FUCKING CREATURES LIVING IN FUCKING CAVES. HOW THE HELL IS SOMEONE SUPPOSED TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION? PEOPLE ARE FUCKING PEOPLE AND IT DEPENDS ON WHAT THEY LIKE."
Damn it to hell...I felt like I wanted to melt onto the floor and become part of the furniture because I was so freaking embarrassed. Oooh oohhh...then another one. Here's this girl...she is like...really outward about her religion. Ok let me first say...I have no problem with Catholic people. I am a Protestant, but my extended family is Catholic, I used to be Catholic, I went to an all girls Catholic high school school, I dated a hardcore Catholic for two years of my life....believe me...if I had a problem with Catholicism people would know about it. The Catholic church and I have become quite chummy in my lifetime. So it's not the fact that she's Catholic that rubs me the wrong way. She is basically a clone of all the hardcore Catholic girls I've met in my life. They all have this....look on their faces...it's just a certain look they all have. It's kind of a...serene face. They all wear no make up. They all have natural hair. They all wear weird t-shirts that are supposed to be lighthearted but are actually a humongous slap in the face. Like for instance...this particular girl wears this red shirt that says "I'm a Catholic. Ask me a question." And while it seems like a pretty benign shirt..here's what it's really saying "I'm a Catholic and YOU should ask me a question ABOUT MY FAITH because I AS A CATHOLIC have ALL THE RIGHT ANSWERS. HEATHEN." Or another one "JESUS is POWERFUL and UNRELENTING LOVE" on the front and "BLAH BLAH BLAH CATHOLIC CHURCH. JOHNSTON STREET". What this shirt is really saying: "I BELIEVE IN JESUS BECAUSE I AM A CHRISTIAN AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO THINK. IF YOU DO NOT BELIEVE IN JESUS YOU ARE VERY WRONG AND CANNOT BE IN MY CLUB. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW JESUS HERE IS WHERE MY CLUB MEETS. WE ARE CATHOLICS. CATHOLICS ARE THE ALL-KNOWING CHOSEN ONES OF GOD".
But honestly....all joking aside...I really don't care about her. She is SO much like every girl I ever went to high school that was in the "Hearts of Purity" club with that I don't even take notice of her presence. She literally blends into the scenery to me. But today she raises her hand and asks, "If you were dating a girl that wanted to wait for marriage to have sex would you still want to go out with her?"
Now it wasn't her question that bothered me. I was kind of interested in knowing this too because it's such a stereotype that men are these..unrelenting sex machines. And surprisingly a few men raised their hands and if it was just left at that I wouldn't have a problem. Other than I would snicker and say "Oh ho ho, such a Catholic question. That's cute I like her."
But here's where it pissed me off. This one girl...whom...I do not like mind you. She is in my biology lab, biology lecture AND my psych class so I get to see her blessed face TWICE on Thursdays. She is pretty mean I have to admit. Not a very nice girl indeed. But I mean...she has a right to her opinions. She raises her hand and makes a comment that she wouldn't date a guy that wanted to wait til marriage to have sex because she would think he had intimacy problems. Now...I don't really AGREE with what she's saying. There are definitely other ways to decide if someone has intimacy problems other than screwing them. But I mean..again...she's entitled to say what she wants. Catholic girl over here....JUMPS on her. Like not physically but she like...kept making the point that "She knows a couple that never kissed until they were married and they are really happy" (I SWEAR TO GOD SHE RUNS WITH THE SAME CROWD I WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL WITH) and basically telling this girl that she was like...WRONG and a heathen for what she was saying. I was like "Omg Pope Chastity the Second get A HOLD of yourself!" Like...it's cool if you believe in waiting til marriage to have sex but this isn't the 1600s. You can't go ripping people's balls off because they don't follow your doctrine, sister! Jesus Christ!
So THAT was my psychology class today. She wants us to write a page long summary on what we think about today's discussion. I might just submit this blog entry and see how that goes over lol.
So then I walked home...briskly...because I thought waiting for me in the Clubhouse was going to be my iPhone. No. No such luck. I checked with UPS this morning...I am supposed to receive my iPhone today. But the Quarters does not have it. So....they told me to come back at 5 or 6 when the second shipment comes in. I think this is God's way of telling me "Stop dropping your phones in the toilet. Now I am going to make you wait TWICE as long." So yeah. Then I get back to my apartment and eagerly check my e-mail to see if my bio lab teacher wrote me back.
He did. And this is what he had to say:
"I've attached a paper for you to read. Please write a 1 page summary of it and get it back to me before next week's class.
Ted"
That's copied and pasted from my email btw. Lol. Ted. Lol. Now...ok that's fine. I deserve that. I missed class so nooo problem. I can do that for you Ted. You're hot and I would very much like to screw you when this lab is over...so I will remain on your good side and write you this...1 page summary.
At first I was enraged though...because I had a SECOND email from him that was a MASS email to the entire class saying that "If you're going to be absent you need to tell me before class and I don't accept this kind of behavior if you're going to skip class"...
I totally thought he was calling me out...telling the whole class that they can't miss class without an excuse like I did....but then I realized that the point of the e-mail was kind of like...an apology that he didn't make this clear on the first day of class.
Good Ted. I knew you wouldn't be mean to me. I still want to screw you now. ^.^ You and your other cute biology teacher cohort Kyle. :3 Where does UL get off hiring such sexy male professors. Damn.
Anyway......I have a lot of BS I have to do tonight. Like study for my Statistics exam and do French workbook pages. I think I will watch the Saints game while I do that too. And discuss the game online with friends. Since I can't BE there with them. I am so excited about football season!!!
WHEEEEEEEEE! *paints entire body black and gold* GOOOO SAINTS!
That's enough enthusiasm for now. I will catch you people on the flip side.
End Day Nineteen
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