It is so weird to me that St. Patrick's Day is such a non-holiday for so many people. It has always been a really big deal in my family (mostly because of my mother) but also in school and life in general.

-When I was little, I used to take milk to school for lunch (in a Beauty and the Beast thermos that 1. matched my sweet BatB lunchbox and 2. leaked like a motherfucker) and every year on St. Patrick's Day my mother would sneakily dye my milk green, and then tell me the leprechauns had done it.

-We made leprechaun traps every year in school, and on St.Partick's Day morning our classrooms would be festooned with little green footprints (that looked suspiciously like fingerprints) and harmless pranks. And those damn leprechauns somehow managed to always get the bait (Rollos) out of the traps without getting caught. I think I believed in leprechanuns until like, high school.

-There is always ALWAYS corned beef and cabbage and soda bread, and no one in my family is ever not wearing green (I used to even have little shamrock decals for my nails). I always try to watch The Luck of the Irish on Disney (made a lot easier by my DVR) and I did manage to make it through one of the Leprechaun movies once (The second one? Maybe? It gave me nightmares regardless) because I am committed to this holiday.


Basically, St. Patrick's Day is a BIG DEAL and I don't know why everyone else doesn't think so.

September 6th, 2004: God I was embarrassing when I was younger. I don't even remember where the limericks were posted, or what they said... Though I'm pretty sure the 'werewolf from Nantucket' crack was my idea of a very funny joke.

September 6th, 2007: Oh, Seshomaru. I still love him, and he grows to murder fewer people as the series goes on. He's just the fluffiest killer ever. As for the second part of that post, I really did not like that class. Father Mac was supposed to be the best priest/teacher ever, but he just annoyed the CRAP out of me. So I was pretty much making my own fun every time I had that class.



Answer to last Friday's song: Real World, by Matchbox 20. No one guessed this. Also, looking at that post, I noticed that I didn't give the answer last Friday to the song the week before that... So, the answer to the song on August 23rd was Hey Jealousy, by the Gin Blossoms. No one guessed this one either.

Am pleased to report that I printed my slides this morning with no paper jams or other mishaps. Carry on.

Today in Stats while Professor Warren was handing back our tests, he said that he still didn't know anyone's name, so he was calling out names and waiting for people to indicate that it was their test.

Then he got to my test, called my name, and put it down in front of me, saying, "you're the only person in this class who's name I know. Congratulations."


I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Does he know my name because of how smart I've been, or what a smart ass I've been? My last homework had some pretty snarky answers on it. But I do sit right in the front, and I'm not shy about asking questions. Though Becky is just as smart, and in fact got a higher grade on the test. Hmm. It's a puzzle.

Either way, I'm notable. Hurray!

Just so we're all on the same page, 5am is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too early to be awake.

And I can no long glorify in having no classes before 10, because I'm now taking Adolescent Development at 9:30. (Which is only a half hour earlier, so it's not a huge deal, but still.) 

Why am I taking Adolescent Development, you ask? Well, because Evolution got cancelled, due to the professor getting tonsil cancer. (I didn't even know there was such a thing.) I didn't actually need to pick up another class, I mean, I'm good as far as graduating credits go, and I was taking 12 credits (the number you need to be a full time student) for the semester, but I felt like such a slacker, taking only three classes. So I scoured the class list and signed up for a psych class that I hope will be fun. We'll see how that goes.

The good news is, I don't have to be in this class, so I can totally drop it if it's boring or hard or I don't like the teacher.


Just updating on my life. School starts on Monday. I actually want to start school. It's a strange feeling.

I've decided that I hate it when teachers say, "We'll go into more detail on this later." No. Either you tell me all about it now, with all the full gory details, or you stop talking about it for good. I don't want to have to write about it in more than one section in my notebook. And when you say it about three things in a row, I get really REALLY annoyed. Why can't we have these details now? Why later? ARGH.

Also, it's the mitotic spindle. You told us what it is, where it is, what it does, how it does it, and what it's made out of. How much more detail is there?

 I know most, or all, of you are going to disagree with this, but, to be both honest and nasty, I don't really care. I'm angry, this is my journal, and I'm going to type it out.



dl:dr

There was this bit (what's the real word..Oh yeah. Segment.)err...segment on the news tonight about the new books teenagers are reading.

It basically said that they were trashy smut disguised as novels. One was about a father sleeping with his daughter, one was about a bunch of girls planning an "oral sex party" (entitled The Rainbow Club, or something like that. More on that later.) and one was about a teacher seducing and screwing her student.

My first thought was "Wow. That's as bad as fanfiction. At least fanfic authors are fairly anonymous and not making money off their smut."

My second thought was "I wonder what the story'd be like if they found out the things teenagers read on the internet on fanfic sites? Ah, if only they knew. These novels are the least of their worries when it comes to corrupting teens, let me tell you."

And my third thought was "Well...Anything sounds bad when you discribe it like that. We even read some pretty scandalous books in English this year if you break them down into one sentence focused on the bad bits."

Observe:

Their Eyes Were Watching God: A woman has three husbands; one who makes her do all the work, one who is possessive and abusive, and one who gets rabies and whom she eventually kills.

Othello: Man thinks his wife is cheating on him, so he smothers her, only to find out she did nothing wrong; at which point he kills himself.

MacBeth: Man kills king, then hires men to kill best friend and enemy's entire family, then has head chopped off by enemy.

See? Pretend you know nothing about those stories and just read that short description. What impression do you get? Anything sounds bad when you condense it into one sentence.

Then I had to figure out how to NOT tell my parents why I laughed so hard at the cover of the Rainbow Party book, which showed various shades of lipstick in bright colors; the reason for my hilarity being that Kayla Bossi explained to several people once exactly what it meant to "make a rainbow" and then told me I should get some female friends together and do it for Phil. (Who I was dating at the time.) I think she may have even volunteered herself and Lauren.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

(Oh. Some of you don't know why that's gross do you? Allow me to explain. THIS NEXT BIT HERE IS A BIT R OR EVEN X RATED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! "Making a rainbow" is when a group of girls all put on different colored lipsticks, and then give the same guy blowjobs, thereby making a rainbow in a place where no rainbow should be.)

All together now: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

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