This alleged Face Book seems all the rage lately. Disappointingly enough, as Eastern blows like a house wife, we wont ever be apart of the face book community because, well, frankly Eastern doesn't provide student e-mail accounts. Don't ask me where tuition goes man. I don't know. I see professors driving around in BMW's (they have those in Spokane?!) but some of them aren't teaching me things and really, what is more important then a student e-mail address? Nothing, thats what.

I'm trying to remember what I did today that was SOOOOO GOOD! but I'm at a loss. I have a test in my Art class on Thursday and I don't think I've really learned anything. Like, not to sound like an art snob or anything, but today in class it was revealed to me that because of the spectacular teachings of Professor Cates (see: my sister) I know more about some of the paintings then my professor, and on top of that, I've seen said paintings where as he has not. Don't get me wrong, he is still great, though he might have spent too much time around some fumes of some sort, and I'm sure much more knowledgeable than me in all things art, but like, in this class I feel like I'm a little over qualified. Okay, so, yeah. Just teach me something. It's all I ask.

The third round of script revisions came out today so I spent most of my time at the copy machine making copies. It was kind of dull until Cole started singing Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto (Secret, Secret, I've got a Secret!) and then things picked up a bit. I was there till a bit later then normal and I think my eyes are starting to hurt from all the paper particles I came into contact with today. I'm so delicate.

I haven't played EverQuest in four days and Im starting to feel so behind. But, alas, I told the office that my superior services will no longer be available to them on Wednesdays so maybe tomorrow I can quest it up and all will be well in the world again.

So, I'm not really talking about anything now. Maybe I will go to bed.

Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps.... 0 comments