ad-libs used to be my most favorite thing in the world. now i can't remember what an adverb or an adjective are if my life depended on it.

anyhow.

i just signed up for an online class. i think i might be insane. but i think it might work out. once you sort through the flowery bullshit that mario has sprouted all over the syllabus, the class is pretty basic. i'm only hoping i can pull an essay out of my ass for peter's class. what essay am i supposed to write?! fuuuck. it's due monday. i hope it's due wednesday so i can show up for class and be informed about what the hell i'm supposed to be writing a fucking soliloquy on. i think if my profs ever found this blog they'd flog me with their expensive textbooks and tell me to stop swearing. i may even get a stern talking to about the social implications of masturbation from my holocaust prof. he's good for those kinds of things.

i just thought i'd spread the joy of having beaten the system. i was missing a prerecquisite for the online class and  it's past the add/drop date and I'M IN THE CLASS AS OF THREE-THIRTY THIS AFTERNOON. yeah, i beat the system. that makes me incredibly proud, and yet incredibly despondent. now i don't actually want to do the class. i just wanted to prove to the establishment that FUCK YOU, DICKS, I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE YOUR STUPID ENGLISH 1101. i know how to write. good.

perhaps i should rethink my standpoint on extra learning?

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ad-libs used to be my most favorite thing in the world. now i can't remember what an adverb or an adjective are if my life depended on it.

anyhow.

i just signed up for an online class. i think i might be insane. but i think it might work out. once you sort through the flowery bullshit that mario has sprouted all over the syllabus, the class is pretty basic. i'm only hoping i can pull an essay out of my ass for peter's class. what essay am i supposed to write?! fuuuck. it's due monday. i hope it's due wednesday so i can show up for class and be informed about what the hell i'm supposed to be writing a fucking soliloquy on. i think if my profs ever found this blog they'd flog me with their expensive textbooks and tell me to stop swearing. i may even get a stern talking to about the social implications of masturbation from my holocaust prof. he's good for those kinds of things.

i just thought i'd spread the joy of having beaten the system. i was missing a prerecquisite for the online class and  it's past the add/drop date and I'M IN THE CLASS AS OF THREE-THIRTY THIS AFTERNOON. yeah, i beat the system. that makes me incredibly proud, and yet incredibly despondent. now i don't actually want to do the class. i just wanted to prove to the establishment that FUCK YOU, DICKS, I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE YOUR STUPID ENGLISH 1101. i know how to write. good.

perhaps i should rethink my standpoint on extra learning?