Crappy day.
My spiny mouse died this morning. I've had him for over 3 years. I can't say how old he was when I got him. He was fine last night. All was normal last night. I heard him scurrying about when I kicked down around 2. Then I saw him as I was running late this morning. He had eaten half the carrot I gave him last night. I was going to find him a new cage this weekend.
School is all schooly n' shit. I have a really crappy schedule. Classes six days a week, all really spread out. So in theory I should be able to keep up without trouble. And I have been. But for some odd reason I'm having trouble taking quizes all of a sudden. Just need to find my groove or something. One of my instructors is a first-timer. She sucks. She asks us to read a chapter for the next class. So I read the chapter. Come class time she puts us in groups and tells us to read the same chapter. WTF?! Then she tries to lecture but all she does is read back her outline of the chapter. Every bold heading, bullet point and diagram from the chapter comes out in her lecture. I really have to talk to someone about how much she sucks.
There is this guy on campus who has earned the nickname "Anime Jesus." He has a shabby beard and longish hair. He is also president of not one but two anime clubs on campus. He is obsessed with giving out fliers. All he does is hand out fliers. Now he's in one of my classes. We were put in groups (the same class as mentioned above). Everyone in the group walked away with fliers for the anime clubs. Weirdo! And he always accosts me when I wear a Zim or Lain t-shirt. Man, can't a guy just wear a shirt in peace?
But I found my sport. I finally found my sport. It is called hacky sack, or more formally, footbag. The idea is very simple: don't use your hands; when the sack comes to you, take your time doing stuff until you can make a controlled pass to another player; if you can, be fancy. I saw a guy yesterday do a fucking back flip.
aw jeez. A friend just messaged me, "...I m driving while typing"
daffy bastard.
My spiny mouse died this morning. I've had him for over 3 years. I can't say how old he was when I got him. He was fine last night. All was normal last night. I heard him scurrying about when I kicked down around 2. Then I saw him as I was running late this morning. He had eaten half the carrot I gave him last night. I was going to find him a new cage this weekend.
School is all schooly n' shit. I have a really crappy schedule. Classes six days a week, all really spread out. So in theory I should be able to keep up without trouble. And I have been. But for some odd reason I'm having trouble taking quizes all of a sudden. Just need to find my groove or something. One of my instructors is a first-timer. She sucks. She asks us to read a chapter for the next class. So I read the chapter. Come class time she puts us in groups and tells us to read the same chapter. WTF?! Then she tries to lecture but all she does is read back her outline of the chapter. Every bold heading, bullet point and diagram from the chapter comes out in her lecture. I really have to talk to someone about how much she sucks.
There is this guy on campus who has earned the nickname "Anime Jesus." He has a shabby beard and longish hair. He is also president of not one but two anime clubs on campus. He is obsessed with giving out fliers. All he does is hand out fliers. Now he's in one of my classes. We were put in groups (the same class as mentioned above). Everyone in the group walked away with fliers for the anime clubs. Weirdo! And he always accosts me when I wear a Zim or Lain t-shirt. Man, can't a guy just wear a shirt in peace?
But I found my sport. I finally found my sport. It is called hacky sack, or more formally, footbag. The idea is very simple: don't use your hands; when the sack comes to you, take your time doing stuff until you can make a controlled pass to another player; if you can, be fancy. I saw a guy yesterday do a fucking back flip.
aw jeez. A friend just messaged me, "...I m driving while typing"
daffy bastard.
it's like dancing, with a beanbag.
sorry about your punkrock mouse.