1/13/08

I’m sure I should write something, but I can’t think of a damn thing.

I have retard math at 8 and retard writing at 9:30 tomorrow.  I only call it retard because it was supposedly the shit I learned in high school.  If I offend you with the word retard, oh well, I’m talking about myself anyway.

Tuesday and Thursday I have history at 8, art at 9:30 and A&P at 11.

I have five classes this semester.  It will probably end up kicking my ass nicley.

When I get done with my classes tomorrow, I have to go hunt down my A&P prof from last semester, he is supposed to get me into his class.  It was full before I could get in, but he thinks I’m cool adn was willing to talk to the dean about me moving into his class anyway.  I hope it works.  I will be uber pissed if I end up in a class where the teacher half ass teaches after all that fucking work I did last semester.

Damn that paragraph barely makes sense.

We did Chipotle at home for dinner.  Damn it was good.  I had never cooked black beans before, but they turned out fabulous.  And the chicken melted in your mouth.  MMMMMMM….If I weren’t full enough to puke, I’ld eat more. 

What else?  I read Paula Deen’s biography yesterday.  She tore me up.  It was funny and sad and strange.  Oh and a damn good read. If you get ahold of acopy, its worth it.

Well, fuck.  I can’t think fo anything else worthwhile.  Guess I’ll go play Pogo for a while.

Night y’all.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

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