The semester is coming to a close...finally. Not that it hasn't had it's wonderful points.
I'm coming up with nicknames for my professors and friends, just in case they read this at some point.
Dr. Niceness is going to be missed. I loved the way that just that wonderfully polite mannerism made my day better. I think that courtesy and genuine caring is lost on most college professors.
Dr. McBeardy really should've been in the last few class meetings. no one really knows where he went...and it threw me off on the final.
Dr. Weirdy always has me on my toes with those discussions (mainly about what everything is really shaped as). I think i've learned a thing or two.
Am, Mo, Ba, Ap...they are so awesome. so glad that i started hanging out with them. Always in for a laugh when I'm with them!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
my favorite frustrated rant that I've ever written.
*wrote this a while back, for my myspace blog. enjoy*
A Frustrated Rant
It feels like it's time for a girl to rant about something. Yes, estrogen may be flowing, but honestly, it's one of the few times that women are really okay with sharing everything that they are feeling towards the world.
Guys, please, we know you mean well…but just stop saying you're looking for a nice girl, especially when it's obvious that you're going after the first blond size 0 who flaunts what's under the skirt. Honestly, she's probably been with so many people (a few of your friends no doubt), that if you do get to see what's 'under the skirt,' (God forbid you actually do want to see it) you'll catch something embarrassing. Here's a thought: Look around you. See that geeky looking girl sitting down the row from you, or at the desk next to you? Yeah, she has a great sense of humor, loves to have fun, likes 'man movies' (especially the ones were stuff blows up), would never dream of cheating on any guy that she had the blessed, much prayed for chance to have a relationship with, and guess what else? She's been trying to stop staring at you for the longest time. She's wondering about what it must have been like for the last girlfriend to cheat on such a wonderful guy who has a wonderful smile, great sense of humor, and a wonderful personality. Sure, she may not look like 'your type,' or act like 'your type,' but get this: Girls aren't perfect, just perfect for the guy that God intended for them to have. So guys, let's stop pretending that there's some magical place that the perfect girls exist. If you think you found it, chances are it's between Barbie's Malibu house and Dream house: The smiles are fake and there's a whole lot of plastic, and let a few problems come in the way, (like clashing with a problem, which for Barbie would be the creative crowd under 10), everything starts to look a little rough. The painted teeth will fade, the smile will become slightly creepy, and the hair will look like something out of "Bride of Frankenstein". It's probably across the street from "My Little Pony" world too, but after everything fades and gets creepy, the whole thing is going to feel a lot like those times from college your parents warn you about. Point being: GIVE THE GIRL A CHANCE, DANG YOU! She's been waiting so long just for someone to tell her that they love her, waiting for someone to love her regardless of her dysfunctions, someone who WILL listen to how rotten the day was, and be WONDERFUL enough to bring the ice cream when you come over, just because you know that coming over will get her smiling again, and the ice cream will score you some serious brownie points. We're waiting on you to just come to your senses...realize that yes, there are a lot of fish in the sea, but why go for that poop-eating carp when a beautiful angelfish is shining up the fins, just hoping that you'd notice? Okay, maybe putting on the sparkly eye shadow and the cutest outfit that she's ever bought, but you catch the drift.
Girls, until our angelfish boys come to there senses, there's only a few things we can do. I say we pray that they come to them fast, then revert back to the pews after church, talking about our struggles, and passing out the chocolate (after all, we are women, and chocolate, for some reason, normally makes us feel a tad bit better). Until then, we hope, pray, wait, pray, and hope.Guys, we'd just be happy with a little less waiting.
A Frustrated Rant
It feels like it's time for a girl to rant about something. Yes, estrogen may be flowing, but honestly, it's one of the few times that women are really okay with sharing everything that they are feeling towards the world.
Guys, please, we know you mean well…but just stop saying you're looking for a nice girl, especially when it's obvious that you're going after the first blond size 0 who flaunts what's under the skirt. Honestly, she's probably been with so many people (a few of your friends no doubt), that if you do get to see what's 'under the skirt,' (God forbid you actually do want to see it) you'll catch something embarrassing. Here's a thought: Look around you. See that geeky looking girl sitting down the row from you, or at the desk next to you? Yeah, she has a great sense of humor, loves to have fun, likes 'man movies' (especially the ones were stuff blows up), would never dream of cheating on any guy that she had the blessed, much prayed for chance to have a relationship with, and guess what else? She's been trying to stop staring at you for the longest time. She's wondering about what it must have been like for the last girlfriend to cheat on such a wonderful guy who has a wonderful smile, great sense of humor, and a wonderful personality. Sure, she may not look like 'your type,' or act like 'your type,' but get this: Girls aren't perfect, just perfect for the guy that God intended for them to have. So guys, let's stop pretending that there's some magical place that the perfect girls exist. If you think you found it, chances are it's between Barbie's Malibu house and Dream house: The smiles are fake and there's a whole lot of plastic, and let a few problems come in the way, (like clashing with a problem, which for Barbie would be the creative crowd under 10), everything starts to look a little rough. The painted teeth will fade, the smile will become slightly creepy, and the hair will look like something out of "Bride of Frankenstein". It's probably across the street from "My Little Pony" world too, but after everything fades and gets creepy, the whole thing is going to feel a lot like those times from college your parents warn you about. Point being: GIVE THE GIRL A CHANCE, DANG YOU! She's been waiting so long just for someone to tell her that they love her, waiting for someone to love her regardless of her dysfunctions, someone who WILL listen to how rotten the day was, and be WONDERFUL enough to bring the ice cream when you come over, just because you know that coming over will get her smiling again, and the ice cream will score you some serious brownie points. We're waiting on you to just come to your senses...realize that yes, there are a lot of fish in the sea, but why go for that poop-eating carp when a beautiful angelfish is shining up the fins, just hoping that you'd notice? Okay, maybe putting on the sparkly eye shadow and the cutest outfit that she's ever bought, but you catch the drift.
Girls, until our angelfish boys come to there senses, there's only a few things we can do. I say we pray that they come to them fast, then revert back to the pews after church, talking about our struggles, and passing out the chocolate (after all, we are women, and chocolate, for some reason, normally makes us feel a tad bit better). Until then, we hope, pray, wait, pray, and hope.Guys, we'd just be happy with a little less waiting.
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