Hairsuite

There is no sensation more pleasant than when my long hair, which is normally so big and poofy it will have nothing to do with gravity, gives in and runs along my back through the fabric of my shirt. The rain during my delivery shift was awful, and it kinked my hair into a hard curl, aggravated by the fact that I spent the morning reading in the Bowl. I always end up fisting my hands in my curls when I study there, twisting the blonde mess in abstraction. As a result of these schenanigans I look like a Troll doll now. I still need Therese's help in tinting it out to a pretty, crisp white.

French History continues to be awful, but I vindicated myself for a semester of pain with a truly vicious teachers review form. I think it was well written, and compounded with what the others wrote that bitch isn't getting tenure for a while. Today she made students publically apologise to their peers for not having done all the readings because the site was down. I was not going to admit I hadn't read anything. Dodged that bullet.

Then she proceded to question my use of Hegel, scoff like a bad Bond villian from across the room at me when I was discussing the assignment with a group member, and tell me I did the final question of our group's worksheet wrong when she had no idea how to answer it herself and spent 15 min trying, only to look relieved and scurry off when class ended. If I knew who'd broken her leg at the begining of this semester I'd find him and shake his hand. Maybe it was Hegel.

It totally was.

Molly looked kind of sad and rained on in her flannel today when I drove past on my way to work. My phone is still lost in my gear shaft. Pokemon on Pokemon violence has yet to end. Must everything suck?

Hairsuite

There is no sensation more pleasant than when my long hair, which is normally so big and poofy it will have nothing to do with gravity, gives in and runs along my back through the fabric of my shirt. The rain during my delivery shift was awful, and it kinked my hair into a hard curl, aggravated by the fact that I spent the morning reading in the Bowl. I always end up fisting my hands in my curls when I study there, twisting the blonde mess in abstraction. As a result of these schenanigans I look like a Troll doll now. I still need Therese's help in tinting it out to a pretty, crisp white.

French History continues to be awful, but I vindicated myself for a semester of pain with a truly vicious teachers review form. I think it was well written, and compounded with what the others wrote that bitch isn't getting tenure for a while. Today she made students publically apologise to their peers for not having done all the readings because the site was down. I was not going to admit I hadn't read anything. Dodged that bullet.

Then she proceded to question my use of Hegel, scoff like a bad Bond villian from across the room at me when I was discussing the assignment with a group member, and tell me I did the final question of our group's worksheet wrong when she had no idea how to answer it herself and spent 15 min trying, only to look relieved and scurry off when class ended. If I knew who'd broken her leg at the begining of this semester I'd find him and shake his hand. Maybe it was Hegel.

It totally was.

Molly looked kind of sad and rained on in her flannel today when I drove past on my way to work. My phone is still lost in my gear shaft. Pokemon on Pokemon violence has yet to end. Must everything suck?

To Buffy Fanfic Writers

1. Buffy is blond, not retarded.
2. She and I have the same SAT score, and given that Buffy is not so hot with the math, as per her own admission, and really a verbal person, I'm betting she and I have similar breakdowns. I'd give her around, for her verbal score, a 790 of her 1430. I mean maybe she p0wned me and topped out verbal. I'm still mad, what was that fucking question? I had to have missed like two fucking things, which?! But I digress.
3. Ergo, Buffy knows words like 'efficacy.' She doesn't need to ask Willow what those Kooky Watchers said. She may not be the best read person ever, but we know damn well she has a good vocabulary and an extensive catalogue of refences. In a world where even Cordy can call Xander The Zeppo in cannon, I will barf if Buffy looks at Spike with big, soulful stupid eyes one more time and asks something inane like "What's Boxing Day?," or "But what do you mean by refencing Mother Goose? I just don't get it!" Dude. Giles raised the bitch. Don't ask, Buffy. You already know.
4. I should just fucking write Buffy fic, 'cause at least I can write a voice with the basic grasp of English that Buffy quite explictly posesses. Based on cannon I have to assume that, excepting words pertaining to specialized interests and readings, at my age she knows every word I know.
5. Furthermore, no one on the show is dumb. Not even Cordy. Fuck, Riley is even functioning. I hear tell he's litterate! So stop writing Dur!Spike, because that's an Oxbridge accent in flashbacks, and he had to have graduated to get it, and enough with KinderXander, because the boy's witty, even if he's not my fav. Jesus! Give the show credit!


Also I get kind of mad when Giles and Joyce get all "Regardless of your poor grades, these magical scores will get you in anywhere, starshine!" ...Dude. I go to UIowa. case in point.

"“But this is the same ritual I was referring to earlier,” he argued. “And this affords a different interpretation of its efficacy.”

"Buffy leaned into her best friend. “It’s what-cacy?” she whispered.

“Effectiveness,” came the whispered response."


AUGHHHHHH!

To Buffy Fanfic Writers

1. Buffy is blond, not retarded.
2. She and I have the same SAT score, and given that Buffy is not so hot with the math, as per her own admission, and really a verbal person, I'm betting she and I have similar breakdowns. I'd give her around, for her verbal score, a 790 of her 1430. I mean maybe she p0wned me and topped out verbal. I'm still mad, what was that fucking question? I had to have missed like two fucking things, which?! But I digress.
3. Ergo, Buffy knows words like 'efficacy.' She doesn't need to ask Willow what those Kooky Watchers said. She may not be the best read person ever, but we know damn well she has a good vocabulary and an extensive catalogue of refences. In a world where even Cordy can call Xander The Zeppo in cannon, I will barf if Buffy looks at Spike with big, soulful stupid eyes one more time and asks something inane like "What's Boxing Day?," or "But what do you mean by refencing Mother Goose? I just don't get it!" Dude. Giles raised the bitch. Don't ask, Buffy. You already know.
4. I should just fucking write Buffy fic, 'cause at least I can write a voice with the basic grasp of English that Buffy quite explictly posesses. Based on cannon I have to assume that, excepting words pertaining to specialized interests and readings, at my age she knows every word I know.
5. Furthermore, no one on the show is dumb. Not even Cordy. Fuck, Riley is even functioning. I hear tell he's litterate! So stop writing Dur!Spike, because that's an Oxbridge accent in flashbacks, and he had to have graduated to get it, and enough with KinderXander, because the boy's witty, even if he's not my fav. Jesus! Give the show credit!


Also I get kind of mad when Giles and Joyce get all "Regardless of your poor grades, these magical scores will get you in anywhere, starshine!" ...Dude. I go to UIowa. case in point.

"“But this is the same ritual I was referring to earlier,” he argued. “And this affords a different interpretation of its efficacy.”

"Buffy leaned into her best friend. “It’s what-cacy?” she whispered.

“Effectiveness,” came the whispered response."


AUGHHHHHH!