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wednesday, september 5, 2001
i don't have anything specific i feel like typing right now, no amusing story or whatever. aimless typing. type type. heh. oh, i think i ratted out one of my teachers today. he's terrible. i mean it. so i told another teacher. and it turns out this is common knowledge. he advised me to go tell the chairperson about it. heh. pshaw. i no make trouble. i just vent.
i guess that's another one of those bizarre grown up moments - actually getting upset that your teacher is crap because he spends the entire class talking about anything but the subject and lets us go too early. can you believe one of my complaints is that the guy lets us out of class too early? i'm serious.
every single time we have class he finishes it after maybe 35-40 minutes. the class is supposed to last an hour and 15 minutes. out of those 40 minutes, only 7-10 minutes actually deal with the subject (applied literary criticism). i'm annoyed.
it finally clicked in my head that i am paying (a shit load of) money to be taught, i mean, even the classes i hate i'm paying for. if that money is going to be wasted, i want it to be because of me, thank you very much, not the teacher of the class doing it for me.
i knew i'd had it when he suddenly burst into a 10 minute diatribe on how he found god a few years ago and how none of us could go through life without god in our life, and we all go to church on sunday, right? because god is everything and we're nothing without him.
this atheist little cookie got uncomfortable. later a classmate said i looked like i was about to fall off my chair i was shifting so much to keep from saying something rude. actually, i had no intention to be rude, i was merely waiting for him to stop talking so i could hint that perhaps we could get back to the topic, but he never shut up before dismissing class.
of course, there are other issues, like his completely creepy and spontaneous grinch grin that breaks out every time he stops talking. he'll peek up from behind his glasses and just fire it off, while emitting a low butthead "heh heh heh" snicker. i'm not convinced it's god he's found.
whatever. don't feel like thinking about it. i've got the class tomorrow. bleh. it's been 3 weeks and we're not even halfway through the first chapter. i'm annoyed. maybe i need to find god. eh, that was stupid.
anyways. i miss talking to angela (she's off on a minitrip w/family) - i grow so used at dialing her up every time i have a spare moment in between classes and her son's nap. she's the only person i call outside of my dad (and him i call collect, and when the machine asks for my name i say "hidadit'smecallme!" real fast, wait a few rings and hang up so he can call me back). i have troubles justifying my answering machine, sometimes, i tell you that.
gene's coming down from new jersey to visit me this weekend though. i borrowed a whole crisp $20 bill from my boss for the occasion. yes. i'm excited. i think we're gonna see that hedvig and the angry inch movie, and eat cheese/spinach calzone's at pepper's pizza in chapel hill and squeeze in a lot of babble, i hope. :)
oh. can i just tell you how popular and pretty my roommate is? the other night, a guy she doesn't know knocked on our door and handed her a bouquet of flowers. he said he'd seen her walk past him the past week and thought she was so cute that he wanted to give her flowers. and then he left.
shon was fairly perplexed and we were both a bit creeped out - it was a sweet gesture, but since he's a stranger, that meant he'd found out her name, what dorm she stays in, and the dorm room. and guys, this stunt is a lot less creepy if not performed at 2am, okay? okay. another guy bought her text books. just as a random gift, like that. kindness of his heart (and wallet).
heh. oh well. me, i'm still alive. and that's good enough for me. good night. eat carrots. �� 11:59 p.m.
