How in the hell?

I wrote an absolutely ATROCIOUS Paper for my computer security class.  I mean seriously screwed. Crappy grammar, little clear direction, and a full on hanging sentence… I mean
"This is so that the system can determine whether

8. Conclusion"

etc etc
when I saw that, I could have cried.

My conlcusion was beautiful… except I didn't actually wind up arguing those points in the paper itself.
I don't quite understand how I got a CREDIT (60%) for this paper.  But hey, I'm not about to argue.  She's the genius, not me.

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The Way, the Truth and the Psycho

I found this on skepchick.org,

6 Insane Cults (That Would Probably Be a Lot of Fun!)

Enjoy!

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Damn you, Stinky-poo!

I'm fairly sure we all know what it's like to have someone come in from a smoke.  They smell of the stuff (I can finally smell cigarette smoke again, WHEEEE!).  As it turns out, Dope is worse.  One of the International Students obviously had a joint last night during the mid-lecture break.  because he sat down behind me and WHAM, the smell hit me… And he couldn't sit still… and he was grunting… it was a bit/a lot disconcerting.  I mean, shorts rustling, occasional grunting… I was a bit scared to turn around in case I saw significantly more than I wanted to.

I don't mind if you want to do dope, people.  I don't mind if you do it around me, even.  But don't do it without asking if I mind, in a situation I can't really avoid.  (ie Lectures)  It's just plain RUDE.

That's really all I have to say on the topic at this point.

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Freaky, freaky dreams

I'm never going to bed early again.  I don't care how tired I am.
I went to bed about 9 last night because I was exhausted, and I had the strangest dream.

I dreamt that one of my dear friends said something incredibly flippant, yet insanely intelligent, and I retorted with "I love you so much, I could just marry you!" Well… She pondered for a second and said "I accept" at which point I cut to the end of the wedding, and the traditions were all wrong, She was carrying me down the steps, she was wearing her traditional sleeveless top and shorts, while I was all tuxxed up.  We didn't have a reception that I saw (which is understandable, she's a pensioner, and I'm a student). I don't remember seeing Don there at all, and I do remember when we got back to her house I was thinking "Oh God what have I done?"  Her partner was there, and it seenmed like she wasn't going anywhere, and it didn't seem right for her to be going anywhere either.   The three of us and some random scruffy guy who was paying rent to my friend (I knew, because I heard her talking to someone on the phone saying "yes, I've got the rent from him") were all sleeping in single beds in the same room.  And Don wasn't there, and I felt like crying, and I couldn't, because it'd be really weird for everyone else.

It was all VERY Strange.

And then I woke up at 3AM or so. Thank God! I think it's about the only time I've ever been glad to be awake at 3AM in my entire life!

Anyways, It was odd, and I needed to talk to someone about it!
lucky you! 😀

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