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ideological empire power...make up!
Oct. 4th, 2000 03:14 pmI am printing out an endless array of packets of notes from Java class. I am annoyed with him, because they are PowerPoint slides which he posts in Acrobat format. Horizontally. So I have to print them, because I can't sit here with my head tilted ninety degrees for hours. I intended to do this on a labpookie to spare mine the wasted ink and paper, but I had enough of labs last week...shit. was Thursday nearly a week ago already?
That boy comes a week from today. A week from an hour from now.
I still don't like my Java instructor, even if he gave me extra points. If he gave me an automatic A in the course, cooked me lots of French food, told me he was madly in love with me and would kill himself if I didn't marry him, and then actually DID kill himself...Then I'd like him.
I think we have to put off dinner tonight, because Caitlin has to work. This is good, as it will give me more study time. I don't feel that I have a hard time in that class, but those are always the ones where the tests throw me.
sigh. Also tomorrow we have to do something for the damn DBMS project, whether ferret girl is there or not, even if I have to slam Weezer-boy into a wall, throw his scrawny arse over my shoulder, and physically drag him into Dr. Smiling Man's office. (Yes, this is how I refer to people offline too, except to their faces.) He keeps saying we have so much time. GAH. Tomorrow is the fifth, the proposal is due the nineteenth, and I have already told him that I'm Not Available from the eleventh to the fifteenth. But apparently we have all the time in the world.
time.
Sailordub is on in a few minutes. I will watch that and then study until dinner.
Fang Parker the wrist leopard says "mrrow phht."
That boy comes a week from today. A week from an hour from now.
I still don't like my Java instructor, even if he gave me extra points. If he gave me an automatic A in the course, cooked me lots of French food, told me he was madly in love with me and would kill himself if I didn't marry him, and then actually DID kill himself...Then I'd like him.
I think we have to put off dinner tonight, because Caitlin has to work. This is good, as it will give me more study time. I don't feel that I have a hard time in that class, but those are always the ones where the tests throw me.
sigh. Also tomorrow we have to do something for the damn DBMS project, whether ferret girl is there or not, even if I have to slam Weezer-boy into a wall, throw his scrawny arse over my shoulder, and physically drag him into Dr. Smiling Man's office. (Yes, this is how I refer to people offline too, except to their faces.) He keeps saying we have so much time. GAH. Tomorrow is the fifth, the proposal is due the nineteenth, and I have already told him that I'm Not Available from the eleventh to the fifteenth. But apparently we have all the time in the world.
time.
Sailordub is on in a few minutes. I will watch that and then study until dinner.
Fang Parker the wrist leopard says "mrrow phht."