That would be me. You know- rladyofpunk or Emma or whatever. I drew that. In class. Because I have no attention span. New Skool (you know, the stuff I'm writing now?) Old Skool (archivey-goodness) And now for some random Delerium: Hey, guess what! I'm sporadically working on a novel! I think it's cool, but be warned- it's not spell checked (my dictonary keeps being broken) and when I transfered it from word processing to the blog a lot of the spacing got jacked up. Bear with it and read anyway... unless you're offended by sex, drugs and rock n' roll. If you are, FLEE NOW! If not here are the links: Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four And this is what Matt Groening (the infallible creator of the Simpsons) recomends for getting by in college: And since I'm just posting inane stuff at this point, here's my kitty licking her own butt. border = 0> |
2005-02-23 - 4:32 p.m. tuesdays with rebecca Went to campus today for four hours...only I didn't go to class. First I sat on the quad and talked to people, then I went to Wednesday Mass. I have once again entered a church building without bursting into flames! But seriously, for those of you who don't know: I am not only highly rational and highly naughty, but also highly religous. Everything I do, I do highly, and going to church is one of those things. Don't hate me, my lovely atheistic, agnostic, Buddhist, etc. friends- to each his own. Anyway, after a bit of mid-day piety I went to the art building and talked to Professor Pizer. Then I walked down to the quad and sat around talking to people for about half an hour. Then I went and spent almost 2 hours in Dr. Raphael's office. We talked about how everyone at this school is an idiot and our other usual topics. Hmmm, I should write a book based on my life and on "Tuesdays With Morrie." It would be called "Tuesdays With Rebecca" (she keeps saying I can call her by her first name, but she's a PROFESSOR! You don't just call a professor by her first name, even if she is a friend!) But unlike Tuesdays With Morrie this book would never be uplifting or moving- It would be two women - one in her 20s and one in her 30s, but both overeducated (the older one more-so) bitching about how they got stuck at such a lousy, lousy university. Oh, and speaking of which, I'm disapointed! This year Texas State did not make the Princton Review's list of the top 20 "party schools." What gives? UT made the list, but anyone in the state can tell you that UT is where you go if you actually want a degree, but Texas State is where you go if you want 6 years of drinking. Aparently we need to try harder for next year. Pass me a beer. The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
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