Baking with Plath

I love my Anthropolgy professor; he’s awesome. I’m glad that both my early morning classes are good classes. Which reminds me, I have my Stat 208 lab at 8am tomorrow. I hate that kid some much, you know. If you don’t know, scroll down a little bit. Last week, the guy who sits on the other side of me and is the one who I usually do the class work with wasn’t in class. I was really mad. I meant to yell at him during lecture because he was sititng in the row in front of me. I would have told him “Don’t you ever leave me alone in lab ever agian.” He would have been confused and that would have needed an explanation.

What the hell did I just type?

I’m sure I bombed my Biology test today. i have no idea what when on in that class the past two weeks. I don’t really care though since the lowest test grade is dropped and the final is optional.

I’m going home this weekend. It’s probably not going to be any fun though since it’s just going to be me at my house. Well one of my brothers is going to be home but he leaves the house at like 11am and doesn’t get back in until 3 or 4 in the morning. He should really get more sleep instead of hanging out with his friends all the time. My parents went to Orlando for the week. It was a business trip for my dad but my mom wanted to tag along so they drove down last weekend. My dad just wanted an excuse to take a road trip somewhere because he got a new car back in October and he doesn’t go anywhere in it. He drives to work and back home. Only sometimes does he go to Home Depot. I wish my parents would have done this kind of thing when I was in high school. They never left to go on trips together. I could have throw some sick parties. And it’s not like I can throw a party now because none of my friends are home.

What the hell? 

I am having a girl moment: I hate my hair, I hate my hair, I hate my hair.

Seriously considering the mohawk idea, going back to my punk days, or something super short like Michelle Willams had last year. I’m just trying to make myself look more like a little boy.

Suggests would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

I don’t know. My application is complete; I will find out if I got into St. John’s College by spring break. I still haven’t made a decision of whether or not I want to apply for transfer at other schools. I have like a week to decide if I want to apply to Johns Hopkins since it’s due by March 15th; the other one is due by April 1st. I’d have to pick a major, maybe Art History or Literature. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Whatever happens my mom said I didn’t have to come back here next fall if I didn’t want to.

Sometimes, I think I want to stay here but it’s just because it would be convinent. I’m already here and I’ll have 31 credits at the end of the year. I could apply to the Honors College but I haven’t registered for a major and I don’t even know what I want to major in. I get bored very easliy.

Other times, all I want to do is go home. That’s the main reason I want to transfer. I want to be closer to home and my few friends that are still there.  I have no idea what I want and I hate that I’m the only one who can make this desicion.

Time for some pro-con lists.

I am ambivalent. I need someone with whom to talk.

Not having any work to do is boring. I’m bored. I should wash my dishes but I don’t want to.

The speakers on my laptop aren’t working. This is going to be a serious problem because now I can’t listen to music. All the stuff I want to listen to is on my laptop and not on my ipod. I seriously need to put all my music in one place isn’t of the current one millon places where it is all existing. In other music news, I wish I had my guitar here and it wasn’t t home. I really want to play because I am finally inspired. And I wish I could play the piano better. That’s how I’m going to spend my summer, playing the piano. I bought three new song books and “Imagine” sheet music. Stupid John Lennon and his big man hands. I have so much trouble reaching some of the chords.

I have been wrestling with the idea of getting a tattoo and/or getting my nose pierced. Both of which my mother would look down upon and would probably make boys not like me and make me uglier. My logic is skewed, get over it.

I hate children and I hate people who cannot control their children. The train coming home was oversold or something. I had to sit behind this couple with their three kids. The children were all crying and screaming; their parents were screaming. So obnixous. I think the governemnt should sterlize people.

The concert was awesome. My dad didn’t make it because he was still at work by the time it started. Art still sounds really good consdiering he’s kinda old. Scarborough Fair wasn’t the same without Paul Simon but still good. I was definately the youngest person there who was enjoying it as much as the old people.

Fuck off United States Postal Service for losing my transcript. It must have been an accomplishment for you considering it only needed to be taken 100 miles north of here. Fuck off VCU registrers office for probably not even mailing it. I loathe both of you.

It’s Valentine’s Day, but that is the only recognition it will recieve because I really don’t care. It’s Thursday, Feburary 14th of the year of our Lord 2008. whateva. I would like to get flowers though. I like flowers.

I need to study for my Stats test. I had a mess of tests and quizzes this week of which I was wholly unaware. I did really well considering I don’t really study. I listen in class an do the work and I either know the material or I don’t know it. Blah

I’m just blogging for the sake of blogging. My iTunes shuffle doesn’t really shuffle. It picks the same fucking artists all the time. I don’t want to listen to The Misfits all the time, that was so 9th grade. I need to get all my music files together. I’ll do that this weekend.

Dear guy in my statistics lecture/ lab,

What the fuck dude? The first time you sat down next to me in lecture was fine. We’re in the same lab class and you introduced yourself, that was fine. You sitting down next to me the next lecture class was fine. You sitting next to me in lab, that was fine. That was only fine because we weren’t paired up to work together.  WHAT IS NOT FINE, IS THE MOVE YOU PULLED TODAY! I sat in the back to be alone, by alone I mean not near you. My mistake was being nice and saying hi to you when you greeted me. That common courtesy did not mean “hey, come sit back here with me.” You picked up all your shit and brought it back to where I was sitting and sat down next to me, THAT WAS NOT FINE! Now I have to move over to the left side of the classroom. I hate the left side of classrooms but maybe you’ll get the hint. You have an overpowering scent of curry and lysol and that is what bothers me the most because I have an overly developed and sensitive sense of smell. I don’t need a statistics buddy.

The whole you sitting next to me thing will end. If it doesn’t, I’m going to have to have a shit fit on or around your face. Okay chief?

I so don’t care about school this week.