Ah, today was much better.
-dropped a class i was doing horribly in, but the teacher was really cool about it.
-Got my schedual set up for next semester
-added Philosophy as my second major
-got schedualed for summer classes.
-ate a really really good sandwhich...very simple ham and cheese..but it was really good.
hmmm..new news.....cant really think of any. I got a shit load of editing for the under grad lit magazine to do by thursday, but i think i can get it done. I really wana have a good conversation with someone over coffee. Anyone wana come to carbondale and get coffee with me and talk about philosophy, ideals, the world, love, hate, etc? I am used to having those conversations with my girlfriend...but alas, she is 160 miles north of me, and i am here. (that last part of the sentence was not needed, but o well) If someone will come, i ahve a sleeper couch and a futon, your choice. or the floor...sometiems it clean....speaking of the floor. We have this rug, and since every weekend, people come here, becasue we have tile, except for the rug, and everyone else has carpet, its totally trrashed, so i stole my parents bissel..and it is slowly, but surley, cleaning it..its taking forever....
So interesting side story. Maybe i told this before, but this is an extension.
background: theres this guy i talk to alot between classes, hes cool, we talk about philosophy and other odds and ends. So one day he asked if i wanted to go smoke pot with him before class ( i felt like it was high school) i dont smoke pot, so i graciously declined. So yesterday, i was standing where i usually see him, and he walked up again, totally bombed, reeking of pot, and bloodshot eyes. He says "hey, i just smoked way to much pot, can you drive me home?" and i had class in 10 minutes. I said, well, hold on...and ran up to my teachers office, and told himt he story, and he said ok, you cna be late...so i drove him home, and got ack to class, and teh teacher was like, "so how was the pot?" and i looked at him in confusion, and he said"i know that was s tory to go smoke" and i had to explain the history and that i dont smoke, but i dont know if he believed me....hes an awesome teacher tho, so its cool. Ah, i should go back to reading.
if anyone knows the meanign of life, let me know...or for that matter, any of mans unanswered questions.
-dropped a class i was doing horribly in, but the teacher was really cool about it.
-Got my schedual set up for next semester
-added Philosophy as my second major
-got schedualed for summer classes.
-ate a really really good sandwhich...very simple ham and cheese..but it was really good.
hmmm..new news.....cant really think of any. I got a shit load of editing for the under grad lit magazine to do by thursday, but i think i can get it done. I really wana have a good conversation with someone over coffee. Anyone wana come to carbondale and get coffee with me and talk about philosophy, ideals, the world, love, hate, etc? I am used to having those conversations with my girlfriend...but alas, she is 160 miles north of me, and i am here. (that last part of the sentence was not needed, but o well) If someone will come, i ahve a sleeper couch and a futon, your choice. or the floor...sometiems it clean....speaking of the floor. We have this rug, and since every weekend, people come here, becasue we have tile, except for the rug, and everyone else has carpet, its totally trrashed, so i stole my parents bissel..and it is slowly, but surley, cleaning it..its taking forever....
So interesting side story. Maybe i told this before, but this is an extension.
background: theres this guy i talk to alot between classes, hes cool, we talk about philosophy and other odds and ends. So one day he asked if i wanted to go smoke pot with him before class ( i felt like it was high school) i dont smoke pot, so i graciously declined. So yesterday, i was standing where i usually see him, and he walked up again, totally bombed, reeking of pot, and bloodshot eyes. He says "hey, i just smoked way to much pot, can you drive me home?" and i had class in 10 minutes. I said, well, hold on...and ran up to my teachers office, and told himt he story, and he said ok, you cna be late...so i drove him home, and got ack to class, and teh teacher was like, "so how was the pot?" and i looked at him in confusion, and he said"i know that was s tory to go smoke" and i had to explain the history and that i dont smoke, but i dont know if he believed me....hes an awesome teacher tho, so its cool. Ah, i should go back to reading.
if anyone knows the meanign of life, let me know...or for that matter, any of mans unanswered questions.
Thats a crazy story about your teacher.....And that was stupid of that kid to get so high that he couldnt even go to class...