Dear Wind,
I was totally going for birdnest chic when I did my hair this morning. Thank you for making that happen.
Sincerely, Sass.
Okay, so my school has lovely nicknames. My personal favorite is probably The Zoo. There are many reasons why it is called the zoo (most obvious reason-the crazyness). I think I figured out the main reason today. All semester little groups of high school kids with their parents are plodding along the campus behind some student tour guide showing them the campus. There's moms with folders, dads with cop faces, foreign dads with capris and video cameras, bored younger siblings, and the general disinterest in anything in life written on the high school students faces. So after the third time I was filmed by a foreigner while looking tired and homeless I began to feel a little bit like an animal in the zoo. I can hear the tour guide now...
And to the right we have a small cluster of sleepy students making their way to the main feeding grounds. Observe the despair on their faces as they realize there are not enough tables for them to sit at.
To the left we have the ever popular fraternity boys. Notice their child-like immaturity and general lack of respect for the female species.
I mean really, I don't know what it is about foreigners and their video cameras and their 3/4 length pants. It freaks me out. These groups watch us workout, go to class, eat, and it's weird! I feel like I'm in a zoo! However, I have to admit english is pretty weird language. Foreigners know what's up in the language department. The whole feminine/masculine thing and the infinitive form of verbs totally makes sense! I mean EVERY other language is like that. New flash, english is the odd ball. Other languages also make hurling insults sound so much more beautiful.
So here I sit in my room listening to my suite mate fight with her boyfriend for the millionth time! Can I just say the wall that separates our room is made of stone blocks? Yet, I can still tell you they are fighting because she wouldn't go buy him groceries and she hates his mother? That is how loud they yell, hence I am writing this and not napping! So I have some random stories that have occurred in the past few weeks.
1. Today I walked into class and my teacher told us since less than half the class was there we would all get extra credit. If you are a teacher and you have to start out by saying, "Since less than half the class is here," you need to spice up your dang class. Of course this was "Many Ways of Being Human", the most appallingly boring class on the face of the freaking planet.
2. The other day I am leaving the gym after running 3 miles. Yes, like 3 actual miles on a tread mill, not an elliptical, and I accidently kick a small rock. I observe the rock bopping down the sidewalk for the next twenty feet. And what does this rock bounce up and hit? Oh yeah, the guy in the wheelchair with two broken legs. Not one! Both broken legs! Wow, I am a horrible person.
3. Yesterday I was already packing up some of my junk in my car because I am THAT excited to move out of this refurbished Motel 6. I noticed some strange marks outside my door, and only my door.
Well, at least this proves I wasn't using spray adhesive in my room. Yay for being an art student, err excuse me, DESIGN student.
4. I can now say I have scanned my own face in my scanner. Again, art class is to blame.
I think this is mostly all the exciting things going on at the moment. My suitemate and her boyfriend seem to have shut up for the moment so I am going to try and take a nap. Hopefully the UMC helicopter will take a break from its hourly flyovers, the suntran will stop driving by, and maybe then I can actually sleep.
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