You know? I've got a whole new super-duper-secret lockable blog... and I don't have anything secret to say!
Oh wait! I could go to my super-duper-secret blog and, like, tell you my name. And weight. And phone number and... hmmm. Even that doesn't sound nearly as interesting as I'd like it to. (Circe Smith. Too-much-but-less-than-last-month. 1 800 I'M ASCARED O FONES.) (I know, I know... too many numbers... But go ahead and dial it anyway... Maybe I'm INTERNATIONAL.)
Hang on a sec. I'll brb.
Okay. I'm back. I bet you didn't even know I was gone.
I got my final exam grade and my course grade for my Soci class. I laughed out loud when I saw it and Sierra's all, "What?" I go, "I got 108 out of a possible 100 in the class. What's higher than an A plus?" She shakes her head and sighs her patented My Mom's Ego Is Monstrous sigh, "You're the A-plusiest, Mommy."
Yep. That's me. I like it. I'm the A-plusiest.
I got the grade back on my WS Zenzele essay. And... wait. Zenzele is a novel. Nearly a novella. And good, I guess, but not great. Anyway. So I got my grade and feedback from my instructor. The teacher who was so kind to me and the phone and suggested that maybe I was not bi but was in fact a full-fledged lesbian. (Who knew?) (And this whole time I was all thinking I was like, all completely ASEXUAL. NONSEXUAL. Like... I'm a bacterium. Like, I produced my three children through binary fission. Yay me!)
What was I saying?
Oh yeah. She gave me a hundred on my essay and I guess I'll try to post it here, though as I've said, MLA format pastes all funky.
She also wrote:
Oh wait! I could go to my super-duper-secret blog and, like, tell you my name. And weight. And phone number and... hmmm. Even that doesn't sound nearly as interesting as I'd like it to. (Circe Smith. Too-much-but-less-than-last-month. 1 800 I'M ASCARED O FONES.) (I know, I know... too many numbers... But go ahead and dial it anyway... Maybe I'm INTERNATIONAL.)
Hang on a sec. I'll brb.
Okay. I'm back. I bet you didn't even know I was gone.
I got my final exam grade and my course grade for my Soci class. I laughed out loud when I saw it and Sierra's all, "What?" I go, "I got 108 out of a possible 100 in the class. What's higher than an A plus?" She shakes her head and sighs her patented My Mom's Ego Is Monstrous sigh, "You're the A-plusiest, Mommy."
Yep. That's me. I like it. I'm the A-plusiest.
I got the grade back on my WS Zenzele essay. And... wait. Zenzele is a novel. Nearly a novella. And good, I guess, but not great. Anyway. So I got my grade and feedback from my instructor. The teacher who was so kind to me and the phone and suggested that maybe I was not bi but was in fact a full-fledged lesbian. (Who knew?) (And this whole time I was all thinking I was like, all completely ASEXUAL. NONSEXUAL. Like... I'm a bacterium. Like, I produced my three children through binary fission. Yay me!)
What was I saying?
Oh yeah. She gave me a hundred on my essay and I guess I'll try to post it here, though as I've said, MLA format pastes all funky.
She also wrote:
"Consider a minor or even Ma in
WS. Let me know if you're
interested. You have important things to
say."
Crap. Am I stuck with this damned font?
Every time I copy and paste stuff I get trapped in a font. Why can't I get out of this font?
Why am I the A-plusiest when I can't even find my way out of a font?
It's driving me insane.
Let me continue in a new entry, dammit.
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