Dear Robin Thicke,
In your song “Blurred Lines” we are still unclear as to what rhymes with, “hug me.” So we have taken the liberty to compile a list of possible guesses:
- Fug me
- Rug me
- Tug me
- Pug me
- Mug me
- Plug me
- Thug me
- Smug me
- Jug me
@jaredwsmith used to work together a lot. When we moved to CHS that kind of stopped, and it really stopped when I went back to school because when I do school work I usually need to be left alone, and I find when Jared is with me and I am trying to do school work he tends to distract me. Well this was proven true yet again yesterday at Starbucks when he was working on something and I was writing a paper. I said to myself, sure, we can try working in the same room together again. Why not?
I have been telling Jared that he needs ADHD meds since I met him. I was formally diagnosed ADHD last year but I had been on meds for some time for it. Now that I am on drugs for it though, I notice his….ADHD-ness more. Here is a list of observations that I had from the 60-ish minutes we spent together at Starbucks:
Needless to say, we did not stay at Starbucks very long because his distraction made me distracted so neither of us got anything done.
I’m sitting in art history this week and we are talking about Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights. If you look closely in the lower lefthand corner of the left panel, there is a bird. It is a black bird. My teacher called it a crow. She then makes some reference to the fact that the far right panel is dark and ominous. Then she makes a Poe reference.
“Yeah, you guys know that story by Edgar Allan Poe, ‘The Crow?'” My heart skipped a beat. I paused. My ears perked up. I was wondering if someone was going to correct her.
One of the senior citizens auditing the class raises his paw, “yeah, like in the story by Poe, ‘The Crow…'” I was like, “aw…naw…” the next 2-3 people to comment on this thread kept calling Poe’s poem “The Raven” “The [motherfucking] Crow.” AW! AAW! NAW NAW NAW! I couldn’t even tell you what they were saying because I was too busy trying not to explode.
If I hadn’t had to stay after to turn something in, I would have packed up and walked out of the room.
I don’t care if you don’t know Poe, or if you failed high school English or even if you don’t know that it’s a poem, not a story. I don’t care, we’re not all English majors. But at least know the fucking species of the animal in one of the most famous things ever written.
Poe rolled over in his grave on Wednesday.
I am in this art history class and for our final project we have a paper. Which, ok, this fucking paper. She has 2 (two) single-spaced pages of instructions but uses words like “visual analysis” and “visual summary.” Nowhere does it say you need a thesis. That’s a whole other conversation and we need to write this tonight with brevity because (1) I have to pee and I’m really just too lazy to get up (2) I’m tired because that 7am nap in the Walgreen’s parking lot just didn’t get me through to all day (3) If I think about this too much my head may explode. But yeah, the other half is a 4″ x 4″ piece of “artwork.” I want to punch her in the face them vomit all over her for this.
A list of reasons why I, and you, and anyone who has hobbies outside of making useless shit should hate Michael’s:
I found this in my drafts. 6/15/2017.
I am an English major (hear me roar). If you know me, you know that I don’t like spending time on things that don’t directly relate to my goals. My goals do not include any knowledge that I would obtain in a biology sequence. I have legit shit in my life, but most of it I can get through. I came to class with a gnarly cold this semester that took my husband out of work for 2 days. My biology 102 teacher does not know this.
Let me defend myself, this class could be taught online. She sits at her desk and reads from powerpoint slides that we all get ahead of time. And honestly, its 3:30 – 4:45 every Monday and Wednesday at the campus that is located 0.9mi from the main campus, where I park. And I have 15 minutes between classes. And then I have to sit in traffic on the way home? *whines*
Here is a brief list of excuses that I have provided my instructor this semester to get an excused absence:
At midterm, I was still passing and enrolled. I learned today that I only have to keep making excuses until 4/27, then I can stop feeling guilty about skipping class.
**Written in biology 102 4/8/15**