2004-02-25 - 11:53 p.m.
man, i swear to god those things that give you aneurisms in my religion class are just getting more and more vocal.
due to the high probibility of a UH faculty strike sometime after spring break, the school paper sent their editor to take a survey of our class. before she could even ask the first question, the aneurisms began talking and asking questions. before you know it, i was clutching my head like i was trying to apply a tournequte to my brain. eventually we got around to the questions and finally, when we got through all three questions (none of which you could give a wrong answer to), the student-editor told them that if there was a strike i would occur after spring break when tuitions could not be refunded at all and all credits would be thrown out. this caused the more vocal of the aneurisms to become agitated and she began to rant about how the teachers were being unfair to the students by trying to drag them into their fight. the student-editor tried to explain that was the point, to get them involved so that the legislating bodies would get moving, but she would have none of it! about a twenty seconds of this and i couldn't stand it. i yelled "it's a political statement!" but she kept talking. those around me were half-expecting it, but still half-suprise by my outburst as i stormed out the door to which the teacher got the hint that i had had enough. he went in and took the class back over. gah, i can't believe people like her haven't been hit by a fucking MAC truck yet. i could only hope to be the driver.
people deserve to die sometimes.
oh, but in better news. julie moved to the next street over, so we can car pool and i can have friends that live near by that i still talk to.
oh, and i saw erin tago today. she came in with vaughn before they had to go to some stupid opera. fuck opera. fuck the arts.
and most of all, fuck those things that give me aneurisms.
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