Sick, I'm Sick!

I think that my stress has bested me. I do so well to hide it that it starts to attack from the inside out. I'm making myself ill...so sick that I can't even focus on what needs to be done.

I can't do this semester anymore.

Phone Blog

To simply put it, I hate this class. I'm sitting here in cultural anthropology and I'm seriously going to die. The professor is supposed to be this big time anthropologist, but all I see is this confused woman standing there in front of us reading an essay to us. She doesn't teach. She doesn't lecture. She reads a paper. That's all. Someone could ask a question on the topic of lecture and the only thing she can do is read the next sentence.

I despise her tactics. She can't pronounce words correctly either. Why did I sign up for this class?! No really, why? This is my hell.

I have to truck up here from south campus all uphill.

Jesus who's idea was it to make this walk all uphill and long?

I can't stand it. If she says white man one more time I'm going to scream in the middle class. I swear I'll do it.

Fuck this class. I'm losing my sanity with each lip smack, uhm, and repetition of words of this woman. For fuck's sake.

Summer Took the Spring Away

Oh, how the outdoor life seems to burst wide open overnight. It seems like just a week ago it was cold and dreary. The flowers have bloomed in literally one day. I went to sleep in Winter and woke up in...Summer?

Ah, the warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze. The warmth before the discomfort of muggy and sticky of the middle of the Summer. Can we just dwell on how much I'm in love with this weather.

...and lo and behold...with Springtime comes reproduction. Yes, trees, I'm talking to you.

Now, I don't want to be rude, but who in the mother fuck said it was cool for you all to sperm your yellowy-powdery reproductive dust upon my entire body and everything I am wearing, hmm? I woke up this morning and stepped outside onto the balcony of my dorm and looked across campus (a 10th floor view can be quite useful) and saw a cloud. No, not rain clouds, or fluffy clouds to shade me from the sun's blaring beams...a thick, hazy, and yellow cloud...dusty...dangerous. Pollen.

Yo Summer, I respect you and Ima let you finish, but if you were going to steal Spring's months, you could have AT LEAST taken away the pollen and NOT be five billion degrees. I wouldn't have complained...wait...yes I would have. HA