Thursday, January 27, 2005

I must be (going) crazy

Thursdays are very long days for me here at school. I'm here from 9:30 a.m. till 9 p.m. Not cool at all. Besides that, I have my guitar class on Thursdays, so that means I have to bring my guitar and carry it around all day with me. So today, I woke up on time, but who knows what happened to make me rush out of the house, but I almost missed my bus. I was figuring I wanted to look cute today (WHYYY????) so I decided to wear my boots with the nice 3 inch heel. That was fine until I left the house.

I found myself juggling the guitar on my back, backpack full and heavy with camera and props half swinging off of one shoulder, lugging my purse, eating an egg sandwich and running for the bus in the still half-way icy street in heels.

I must be (going) crazy.

My friend let me borrow her camera for my photography class. When she gave it to me, I made sure to have her tell me where this feature and that feature was. Then, when I got home, I was about to turn it on and see how it worked. Until I realized that I didn't know how to turn it on. I sat with that camera for at least half an hour trying to figure out how to turn the dang thing on, I think I almost broke it too, but to no avail. Then I'm thinking, maybe it doesn't turn on?

I get to class, teacher shows me how to properly load the film. She tries to turn it on. She can't figure it out either. "Maybe the battery's dead" she says, but even if so, wouldn't there still be a way to turn t on? So, she tells me to watch what the boy next to me does, as if watching him take pictures of his props is going to help me learn something. I have lugged my props to school for NOTHING. Then, toward the end of our "photo shoot" session, she takes another look at the camera. "Oh, here it is! This is how you turn it on. . ."

Are you kidding me? I just sat here for HALF AN HOUR watching this boy take pictures, sitting in my seat like Boo Boo the Fool with nothing to do, and the whole time I coulda been taking pictures? Tell me this isn't real.

I must be (going) crazy.

My statistics teacher is not right. The man comes to class the first day, I'm noticing his pants are a little short. Like, the hem is at least an inch above his ankles. No. Then I'm thinking, well, he is a little tall. . . you know, trying to justify it. Then I notice his pants are pulled halfway up his stomach. Okaaay. . . Why did my eyes travel down that extra few inches? After that, my attention for stats was no good, all I could see was the rise of his pants WAAAAY up in his crotch. If he was female, dude woulda straight up had a camel toe. And nobody, NOBODY shoulda seen what I saw. The man's pants were up sooo high that his stuff was bulging on the side of his leg. THAT IS LIKE, SO NASTY. How can I focus on math when I'm in shock that this man is seriously dressed this way, and isn't that a little uncomfortable?. . . Did he not feel his stuff being all smashed up and compressed? Was his member not uncomfortable being exploited in front of a class of 20-somethings? That's all I could think about that whole class, and I just had to pray that the rest of the semester would go smoothly (and a little more loosely for him)

I must be (going) crazy.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005


It's the first day of school, and I'm actually kinda glad to be back in the grind. Break was nice, I got plenty of rest and relaxation. Now, it's time to get with it and hit these books. And I'm ready.
I'm taking:
Photography 1
Interpersonal Communications
Composition 2 *praying*
Cultural Tour (Germany!!)
Basic Guitar
Music Appreciation
So, don't ask me what I'm taking cuz I can never remember them all.

By the way, I'm a little upset that I just got treated by BruthaCode and he doesn't even know me.
". . .*this also applies to people who think it's cute to take out your cornrows and wear that shit out in a wild ass afro... lookin like one of those trolls at the end of your pencil!!*"

whateva dude. . .lol