FYI

Five things I would rather do than attempt to find parking for an 11 am Tues/Thurs class at San Diego State:

1. Actually pay attention in 11 am T/TH lecture with the married couple rather than sit in the back on the floor
2.. Suck a cup of mayonnaise through a straw
3.. Walk to facultad in Granada on an August afternoon in uggs and pleather tights and a duck hunting hat
4. Have the feeling, for the rest of eternity, that there is a word i cannot remember
5. Only be able to use dial-up internet

stickittodaman-eosis

alright. i dont know if its just me (i think it is) but i honestly can think of nothing worse than actual HERDS of prospective college graduates at the career fair shuffling along in a line of more prospective college graduates all trying to shmooze their way into a job when they graduate. im not going to lie i go every year for the free pens and for my own personal amusement in listening to the disturbing speeches ppl make trying to sell themselves and explain why they would make an awesome sales person destined for a 9-5 cubicle. i cant do it. nope. never. makes me wanna be a bum in pb for the rest of my life.

A. weather.com said it was gonna be a nice 67 in san diego today.
B. weather.com was wrong. it was approx 67 plus 20.
C. im sweating my bloody nards off. (nard dog)

i have started the very bad habit of coming to class at approx 11:47 just in time to sign in to get a measly 2 points. i sneak in the back and sit on the floor with my back against this nag wall of HH218. this place was built in the 70's (possibly 60's) and im positive it contains a plethora of bodily fluids and/or HIV aids.

sometimes i think i just like to hear myself talk - no pardon me, sometimes i KNOW i like to hear myself talk.