Have fridge, will drink cold water.
Boo-ya.
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In other news, I can't seem to get anything done academically.
Well. I nearly finished my ten-pager, but it's this dumb five-page Zenzele essay that's getting on my nerves. My thesis is like, idk, strong mothers/strong daughters, blah blah. I can't seem to even get three pages done.
And in my Soci class, the teacher's all saying we can't reply to a reply of our post, and it's getting on my nerves because other people are like congratulating that guy for challenging my post. They're all "Good job!" "Well said!" "That's right!" And I'm all, wtf? Because the guy's wrong. And I had this whole thing I wanted to say about church and state and equal protection and blah blah the Constitution and the Pledge of Alligiance and institutionalized school sanctioned prayer and blah blah and I can't say it. And it's killing me.
Eh.
Who cares, right?
I have a fridge.
Though I'm sad because I can't justify getting a Macbook and a fridge. And I so seriously wanted a Macbook.
Eh.
But my water's cold. And I can go buy some actual perishable groceries tomorrow. And that's all good.
I should just stop messing with this essay for the night, go eat, relax with the kids, blah blah.
Boo-ya.
***
In other news, I can't seem to get anything done academically.
Well. I nearly finished my ten-pager, but it's this dumb five-page Zenzele essay that's getting on my nerves. My thesis is like, idk, strong mothers/strong daughters, blah blah. I can't seem to even get three pages done.
And in my Soci class, the teacher's all saying we can't reply to a reply of our post, and it's getting on my nerves because other people are like congratulating that guy for challenging my post. They're all "Good job!" "Well said!" "That's right!" And I'm all, wtf? Because the guy's wrong. And I had this whole thing I wanted to say about church and state and equal protection and blah blah the Constitution and the Pledge of Alligiance and institutionalized school sanctioned prayer and blah blah and I can't say it. And it's killing me.
Eh.
Who cares, right?
I have a fridge.
Though I'm sad because I can't justify getting a Macbook and a fridge. And I so seriously wanted a Macbook.
Eh.
But my water's cold. And I can go buy some actual perishable groceries tomorrow. And that's all good.
I should just stop messing with this essay for the night, go eat, relax with the kids, blah blah.
Yay for cold things!
It sucks not to be able to return his volley, but the teacher likely doesn't want anyone starting a flame war. You could always send the guy an e-mail telling him he's wrong ;)