I think 3, 6 Mafia said it best when they stated "It's hard of here for a pimp".
What that has to do with the rest of my blog... I don't know.
Today was a normal, dull day full of nothingness. I went to my English class where we were assigned a project that has me a little nervous. It's called "design your own monster." (sounds like we are in a special class for 3rd graders), but the thing is, it's pretty difficult. This project is like a month long process involving papers and essays, and thinking. bleh.
The worst part has to be that our monster has to be something related to our major. SHIT. That's exactly what my brain screamed when I realized half my class is either a Journalism major or worse... an English major. So what am I supposed to do for my freakishly odd Political Science major. Someone asked me that exact same question..
"so what are you thinking of doing...?" -person in my geo class after me explaining situation
"erm, I don't know, I was thinking of maybe a (insert bad Dracula voice here) a Re-BLOOD-ican, someone who feeds off the souls of young liberals and makes everyone in its presence want to buy a gun and join the NRA" -me
"yeah, cool" - geo person goes back to shuffling through papers.
So you can see my dilemma. if you have any ideas.. tell me!
I did have a nap today! yay! since I didn't get to go see Howard Dean due to lack of transportation. Oh well, if it's not his speech about going to the white house, then I don't want any of it.
So after geo class I went and had lunch with Katarina, my roommate, and got a text from Tim the German.
"Where r u? I am bored. Wanna hang out?" which is code for, "entertain me with your stupid stories in the library" So I went to the library where I found him half asleep on the tables listening to that one song about doing it like mammals on the discovery channel.. (seriously Tim?) So I entertained him with my silly American stories for about a half an hour before he left and I was stuck alone actually faced with homework.
Yep, nothing got done.
So I had dinner with Hannah where we talked about nothing as usual, mostly about which people would make cute babies together, seemingly a hobby of ours, then proceeded to see a gang of boys outside our dorm. They were supposedly supporting Homecoming but more so looking like a gang out of the West Side Story.
Now here I am, writing 2 papers on the Jews due tomorrow. One in which I will wow my professor (who looks like Dustin Hoffman) with a my project which I have chosen to write on the incredibly accurate depiction of his people called "Fiddler of the Roof". Yes I am that cool
Oh, and Martin (who I will refer to as Swedish boy), is going to Finland this weekend and sending me a postcard from Helsinki which brings me to the title of this blog. Look up the song "Left Behind" by CSS.
What that has to do with the rest of my blog... I don't know.
Today was a normal, dull day full of nothingness. I went to my English class where we were assigned a project that has me a little nervous. It's called "design your own monster." (sounds like we are in a special class for 3rd graders), but the thing is, it's pretty difficult. This project is like a month long process involving papers and essays, and thinking. bleh.
The worst part has to be that our monster has to be something related to our major. SHIT. That's exactly what my brain screamed when I realized half my class is either a Journalism major or worse... an English major. So what am I supposed to do for my freakishly odd Political Science major. Someone asked me that exact same question..
"so what are you thinking of doing...?" -person in my geo class after me explaining situation
"erm, I don't know, I was thinking of maybe a (insert bad Dracula voice here) a Re-BLOOD-ican, someone who feeds off the souls of young liberals and makes everyone in its presence want to buy a gun and join the NRA" -me
"yeah, cool" - geo person goes back to shuffling through papers.
So you can see my dilemma. if you have any ideas.. tell me!
I did have a nap today! yay! since I didn't get to go see Howard Dean due to lack of transportation. Oh well, if it's not his speech about going to the white house, then I don't want any of it.
So after geo class I went and had lunch with Katarina, my roommate, and got a text from Tim the German.
"Where r u? I am bored. Wanna hang out?" which is code for, "entertain me with your stupid stories in the library" So I went to the library where I found him half asleep on the tables listening to that one song about doing it like mammals on the discovery channel.. (seriously Tim?) So I entertained him with my silly American stories for about a half an hour before he left and I was stuck alone actually faced with homework.
Yep, nothing got done.
So I had dinner with Hannah where we talked about nothing as usual, mostly about which people would make cute babies together, seemingly a hobby of ours, then proceeded to see a gang of boys outside our dorm. They were supposedly supporting Homecoming but more so looking like a gang out of the West Side Story.
Now here I am, writing 2 papers on the Jews due tomorrow. One in which I will wow my professor (who looks like Dustin Hoffman) with a my project which I have chosen to write on the incredibly accurate depiction of his people called "Fiddler of the Roof". Yes I am that cool
Oh, and Martin (who I will refer to as Swedish boy), is going to Finland this weekend and sending me a postcard from Helsinki which brings me to the title of this blog. Look up the song "Left Behind" by CSS.
Jag saknar dig
AND I can say "You are a Dirty Pirate whore" in german now!!!
ok, back to the Pharisees.
lots of love and peace to my gangsters,
M
p.s. Cansei de Ser Sexy is Portuguese for "tired of being sexy". story of my life
AND I can say "You are a Dirty Pirate whore" in german now!!!
ok, back to the Pharisees.
lots of love and peace to my gangsters,
M
p.s. Cansei de Ser Sexy is Portuguese for "tired of being sexy". story of my life
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