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verbicideStupid. Bloody. Fucking. No. MOTHERfucking. Piece of Shit From Hell Cable Boxes.
I fucking miss controlling the fucking tv through the fucking tv. Came home to find that I'd pantsed up recording Survivor YET FUCKING AGAIN.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHERLAND!!
I mean, it's not the end of the universe as we know it, but it's so fucking frustrating. I used to just preset all the shows I had an interest in watching, but knew I would either forget to watch or not be home for (24, West Wing and Survivor). Then sometime toward the end of the week I'd vaguely remember them --and there they were.
The fucking cable box doesn't allow for this. In fact, I can't even tape one thing and watch another. Yes, all you bleeding know-it-alls, I know it can be done via a switch thing, but for 3 hours of TV a week, it's just not fucking worth it.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. In other news. Got the assfucking of a lifetime with Quiz 2. It was so fucking hard. Jan grades in a human way, thankfully. And yes, I did, too, study!
Did all my homework and reviewed all the previous stuff and even spent an hour in profs office hours. I really went into the quiz feeling very prepared. Hopefully I did better than I fear. I wrote a ton of shit, so it's not that horrified realization as you face a blank page with a blank mind.
In other weird news, despite thinking bitchy thoughts about NB all through class, she seemed pretty nice when chatting with her directly. Isn't that too often the case? Someone who grates on your nerves by their constant and incessant LOOKATME babbling in class, can still be a ..um decent human being or something. Related-ly, walked back to parking lot with Cybil and she, despite her freakish entry to my awareness, was very nice.
She's the older woman who said, when Emma asked "So, anybody got any questions?" (after reading the class syllabus): "Yes, can you please demonstrate all the emergency exits from this building" and left us all gaping because--sorry, that is not a normal first day of class question. Also she was wearing an Indiana Jones jacket and hat and I think I may have glimpsed a coiled whip at her waist.
To end on a positive note --I did just fine on chapter 4 homework, despite my fears that I fucked it up. Wow. I feel like "chapter 4 homework" makes me sound like I'm in the 3rd grade.
*spellchecks and watches word explode from all the profanity*
Yes, the grammar and sentence structure in this update blows, but I DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Fucking kangaroos.
I fucking miss controlling the fucking tv through the fucking tv. Came home to find that I'd pantsed up recording Survivor YET FUCKING AGAIN.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH MOTHERLAND!!
I mean, it's not the end of the universe as we know it, but it's so fucking frustrating. I used to just preset all the shows I had an interest in watching, but knew I would either forget to watch or not be home for (24, West Wing and Survivor). Then sometime toward the end of the week I'd vaguely remember them --and there they were.
The fucking cable box doesn't allow for this. In fact, I can't even tape one thing and watch another. Yes, all you bleeding know-it-alls, I know it can be done via a switch thing, but for 3 hours of TV a week, it's just not fucking worth it.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. In other news. Got the assfucking of a lifetime with Quiz 2. It was so fucking hard. Jan grades in a human way, thankfully. And yes, I did, too, study!
Did all my homework and reviewed all the previous stuff and even spent an hour in profs office hours. I really went into the quiz feeling very prepared. Hopefully I did better than I fear. I wrote a ton of shit, so it's not that horrified realization as you face a blank page with a blank mind.
In other weird news, despite thinking bitchy thoughts about NB all through class, she seemed pretty nice when chatting with her directly. Isn't that too often the case? Someone who grates on your nerves by their constant and incessant LOOKATME babbling in class, can still be a ..um decent human being or something. Related-ly, walked back to parking lot with Cybil and she, despite her freakish entry to my awareness, was very nice.
She's the older woman who said, when Emma asked "So, anybody got any questions?" (after reading the class syllabus): "Yes, can you please demonstrate all the emergency exits from this building" and left us all gaping because--sorry, that is not a normal first day of class question. Also she was wearing an Indiana Jones jacket and hat and I think I may have glimpsed a coiled whip at her waist.
To end on a positive note --I did just fine on chapter 4 homework, despite my fears that I fucked it up. Wow. I feel like "chapter 4 homework" makes me sound like I'm in the 3rd grade.
*spellchecks and watches word explode from all the profanity*
Yes, the grammar and sentence structure in this update blows, but I DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Fucking kangaroos.
