Marc
And Hence...
Yes, it's true. Shop's going to be closed for awhile, at least until I find my voice again. That damn cracked computer screen killed me this summer. I couldn't write. I couldn't sleep thinking about the money it would cost to fix it. I couldn't get back into the groove of things here for a while with this new, external monitor (which is HUGE, by the way). Maybe when I start running off at the fingers again and find important things to say again I'll get back there. Besides, no one really reads it anyways (besides, of course, the famous Zach Oooh!n or whatever the hell he's calling himself these days, and selected other dignitaries and foreign comrades). I'm not another Amplified to Rock. I'm not another Amplified to Rock. I'm not another Amplified to Rock.
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I have a football player in my 100-level communications course, and I have come to the conclusion that I don't like him. We'll, for the purposes of anonymity, call him Crash, on this page, and we'll set his profile up as such -- loud, obnoxious, likes to interrupt, likes to ask questions like "wait, are we supposed to take notes in this class?" and "do we actually have to read the chapters?". He also enjoys physically expressing his displeasure at announcements, such as assignments, that he is either (a) unaware of, or (b) doesn't want to do -- and considering the fact that he didn't download the syllabus and he doesn't take notes and doesn't read the materials, it's pretty safe to say that it means he disagrees with pretty much everything we do in the class.
Now, I myself am not the biggest fan of the course as of this moment. You never know, I always say. Things could change. But so far it's been pretty boring, yet I am not one to complain as I (a) don't have to give one single speech in that class, and (b) never have to write a paper over three pages in length. Come on. That's cake. I only wish Crash would get on the same page.
He also stated today in our small-groupwork sessions (that's right, I frigging knew I was going to get stuck with him) that he doesn't believe Respect and Honesty are two values that should be prevalent in a romantic relationship between two partners. GodGirl, also another one of my group partners, had good things going for her up until today. She was cute, looked completely innocent, never dressed to any extremes (neither flashy nor dumpy), and had this shy demeanor about her. I fell totally out of like with her once she named her four positive qualities that she would look for in her romantic relationship: (1) Must be willing to give his life to God, because that's "obviously just something that I think everyone can agree on," she stated. Psh. Yeah. (2) Must be willing to grow and change with her as her understanding and commitment towards God deepens and imbibes her life with clarity. Yeah. That's me, alright. (3) Must be able to be strong where she is weak, and vice versa. Which I can see the point of. Check. I'll replace points for this one on a probationary basis. (4) Must always keep her in mind when making decisions ... at which point I was assuming like BIG decisions like moving to foreign countries for missionary work (as I'm assuming she will do someday), or having children and whatnot. You know, things that make sense, to which she replied ... "Well, I'm talking on a more basic level like not walking too far ahead of me once we pull the car into a parking spot and get out to walk somewhere," etc. Wow. Nevermind. Probabtion denied. Back to the Doghouse.
And Hence...
Yes, it's true. Shop's going to be closed for awhile, at least until I find my voice again. That damn cracked computer screen killed me this summer. I couldn't write. I couldn't sleep thinking about the money it would cost to fix it. I couldn't get back into the groove of things here for a while with this new, external monitor (which is HUGE, by the way). Maybe when I start running off at the fingers again and find important things to say again I'll get back there. Besides, no one really reads it anyways (besides, of course, the famous Zach Oooh!n or whatever the hell he's calling himself these days, and selected other dignitaries and foreign comrades). I'm not another Amplified to Rock. I'm not another Amplified to Rock. I'm not another Amplified to Rock.
click, click
I have a football player in my 100-level communications course, and I have come to the conclusion that I don't like him. We'll, for the purposes of anonymity, call him Crash, on this page, and we'll set his profile up as such -- loud, obnoxious, likes to interrupt, likes to ask questions like "wait, are we supposed to take notes in this class?" and "do we actually have to read the chapters?". He also enjoys physically expressing his displeasure at announcements, such as assignments, that he is either (a) unaware of, or (b) doesn't want to do -- and considering the fact that he didn't download the syllabus and he doesn't take notes and doesn't read the materials, it's pretty safe to say that it means he disagrees with pretty much everything we do in the class.
Now, I myself am not the biggest fan of the course as of this moment. You never know, I always say. Things could change. But so far it's been pretty boring, yet I am not one to complain as I (a) don't have to give one single speech in that class, and (b) never have to write a paper over three pages in length. Come on. That's cake. I only wish Crash would get on the same page.
He also stated today in our small-groupwork sessions (that's right, I frigging knew I was going to get stuck with him) that he doesn't believe Respect and Honesty are two values that should be prevalent in a romantic relationship between two partners. GodGirl, also another one of my group partners, had good things going for her up until today. She was cute, looked completely innocent, never dressed to any extremes (neither flashy nor dumpy), and had this shy demeanor about her. I fell totally out of like with her once she named her four positive qualities that she would look for in her romantic relationship: (1) Must be willing to give his life to God, because that's "obviously just something that I think everyone can agree on," she stated. Psh. Yeah. (2) Must be willing to grow and change with her as her understanding and commitment towards God deepens and imbibes her life with clarity. Yeah. That's me, alright. (3) Must be able to be strong where she is weak, and vice versa. Which I can see the point of. Check. I'll replace points for this one on a probationary basis. (4) Must always keep her in mind when making decisions ... at which point I was assuming like BIG decisions like moving to foreign countries for missionary work (as I'm assuming she will do someday), or having children and whatnot. You know, things that make sense, to which she replied ... "Well, I'm talking on a more basic level like not walking too far ahead of me once we pull the car into a parking spot and get out to walk somewhere," etc. Wow. Nevermind. Probabtion denied. Back to the Doghouse.
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