Can anyone tell me why answer B is greater before I go postal?
Real quick, guys
Life is so hard. It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to work for everything.
::violin::
I almost cried in my chemistry class tonight. I forced myself to keep it together. Note to self: do not take 9 units, work full time and expect 8 hours of sleep each night. I left in the middle of lecture to take a lap. I managed to convince myself that once I walked back into the room I would understand everything. And you know what? I understood it a lot better when I sat down. The problem with chemistry is that it’s made up. Like Tolkien’s language, it’s documented and everything, but it’s not really real. That’s not science, it’s science fiction.
My teacher is kind of a prick too. He doesn’t do test reviews. He plows through a chapter a week and the examples he does on the board are straight from the book. He’ll answer any questions you want, but you have to understand it well enough to have a question. Argh.
Oh, now for the real reason I logged in. I got my hair done in SD last week and my hairdresser told me that the review I wrote of him on Yelp brought him no less than 5 new customers. People were walking in and asking for Fred the cock sling guy by name! So rad. It’s funny when you write stuff on the internet and it gets back to you. When I write I assume no one reads it. It’s more fun that way. Except I do lose sleep over the possibility of my mom reading this. She has a sense of humor but jeebus.
BTW my moms dog is uh-dor-uble. Oh jeez she’s fucking cute. Even when she’s shitting on the carpet she’s cute. She has a little rubber dumbbell she runs around with. Imagine the smallest dog you possibly can. Now imagine it has a red mini dumbbell hanging out of it’s mouth while it runs manically around your feet. It’s what love is made of.
One more thing. Teebs bought our tickets to Canadia today. This summer, a white Mexican girl goes North. A story that will have you laughing. The most heartfelt movie you will see this year. I dunno if you got that that was supposed to be in the movie announcer voice. But yeah Canadia! I’ve never been. I’ve considered a blind emigration. TBU has advised against this. He says it’s all sweaty glasses of lemonade and fun in the lake during the summer but come winter I will be begging to be back in the USSA. He also says that Canadia may have good PR but this North American Union bullfuckingshit just makes it the Northern US.*
TBU also says that it is my bedtime. Just kidding! I am a big girl. Seriously, though he’s right. But we’ll get free health care for our frostbite.
*I don’t call the US “America.” You know why? Because America is a continent/hemispheric designation. If we can be called America, so can Canadia, or Mexico or any individual country in Central or South America. We are not two fucking continents, people. I hate to be the one to tell you. I also hate people who say they “could care less” for similarly observant reasons. I won’t explain that one to you yet. I’m going to let you stew on it and if you still need an explanation in a couple days, fine.
The US/America thing is not only a nitpicky thing, it’s also a Hispanic political thing. Referring the the US as America subtly invalidates the numerous other countries of the Americas, the majority of which, are Latin. I want to go on about how Latin isn’t even a totally accepted designation either, but I can’t. The Millz walks a tight rope of identity every day. Do we all do this? I can’t help but think other people don’t obsess about their self identity vs. cultural identity vs. social identity. Another day, another post. The Teebs was right, it’s getting close to my bedtime.
The Millz did not make this real quick, guys
Couldn’t nothing be more easy
Ok you guys. I just finished my super intense wintersession class that almost killed me and certainly removed about 6 months of my life but I got an A so I’m rad and I’m kinda feeling like it was all worth it, because when it all comes down to it I am a major nerd who gets off on the patriarchal education system and thrives on praise and meaningless signifiers of intelligence. I only needed 69% on the final to get an A. What whaa?
Now I have a week break to post meaningless run-on sentences for your ambivalent enjoyment. If ambivalence can even be called enjoyment. Whatever.
Sir Chinko is changing internet locations, now his snobbish foodie-isms, along with the city living rants of an insane Chinese man can be found at HerraChinky.blogspot.com. Sexy. If Asians can even be called sexy. Fucking weird Asian fetishists. Also, I was looking at what people wrote him on Facebook and I took the advice of one of the wall writers and Yahoo image searched, “angry white man,” and that’s all I’m gonna say. And if that weren’t enough, Sir Chinko shares my love of Skype. Who doesn’t like hearing their computer ring with pleasantness? Nobody but cranky grandmas that’s who. And them bitches don’t even have computers so no one cares. Skype=love.
Wait, this is a blog about me and my snarkiness, laziness, supreme being-ness, why am I talking about someone else’s blog? I guess that’s about as interesting as I get. I ate a lot of chips today, I’m feeling the carb guilt.
Things that have changed since my last post
- I have committed myself to hardcore vegetarianism/lazy veganism
- Cheese digesting into opiates in the digestive tract=confirmed
- The cats now get a completely raw meat diet
- I’ve stopped saying the eff word, I haven’t stopped typing it though
Did I ever tell you guys how I’m an internet minister? Oh yeah, it’s a scene man. X said that if (when?) she and snake get married I can officiate. Uh oh, X I’ve told the internets, you’re legally bound to honor a random comment you made while pass out drunk.
Apparently, I’m obsessed with my far away friends tonight. Oh! You know how when you’re friends with someone and then they do one too many dick ass things and then you are just totally over their jank ass? Well, I’ve got room on my friends list. Well I had room on my friends list. I had this friend, who also got me my job. And I was like cool, now I have a job. But these days he’s too fucking cool for school. It’s like fucking high school up in there. He completely ignores me when I’m around, he’ll talk to the people I’m talking to but he’ll go out of his way to avoid eye contact and other shit. At first I was bothered and I whined to a coworker and she had the nerve to say it wasn’t all about me. And I was like, where have you been? Of course it is! But no, she was right. I still took it real personal like. So I dropped him like a used condom, with my head turned and washed my hands after. He’s a fairly internationally well known DJ and spells things like “beatz” he also has people calling him “rude boy.” Is this 1989 East LA? Do you have a teardrop tattoo for every rival gang member you’ve murdered? No? Well then stop acting like it, bitch.
I’m like Jerry Seinfeld and can only handle so many friends at a time otherwise I get overwhelmed with worship. But it all worked out in the end because I have a new friend now and she’s awesome. But she’s moving to Portland in June so there will, once again, be room room in my platonic heart for you. Just don’t try to hug me in the first few months of our relationship. We’ll build up to that, maybe.
The Millionizer wants us all to put that guitar down and fuck Matt Damon
PS Seriously, has Matt Damon looked hotter since 1997? I think not, mmm.
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