Stupid Freshmen
There's this movie I like called "Kicking & Screaming" where these two college seniors talk about how they hate Freshmen because they always say Hello as if they know you. It's so true. Like 4 guys who I really didn't know we're like "Hey, I'm going to class" or "What's up?" or "Yooooooo, I'm from the GTA, Mississauga." Okay, maybe not that last one, but pretty damn close.
I've been only been at school for a day and I've already skipped two classes. Well, I did and I didn't. I always skip tutorials when the lectures haven't happened yet. All they do is make you talk about crap about how you feel about the school and stuff. It's dumb. And a lot of TA's don't even show up to them so I don't take the risk. Plus, I had to try to straighten up my OSAP. I really don't think I'm getting anything, especially since there so busy and won't really help you out one on one at this point. Bastards!
Today was the last Drew Carey show. It was okay, I guess. I don't know. Ever since Kate left the show it hasn't been the same. Drew ended up having a baby and getting married to Kelly, she played Titus' girlfriend on Titus. She's alright, I guess, but Kate was on the cover of the very first Maxim making her like the Marilyn Monroe of our generation. Not really, but whatever... "Yoooooooo, I'm from the B-dot."
Apparently, I'm taking too many classes this year. I planned on taking 27 credits, but I just realized I'm taking 33 which is way too much for me to handle (and way too much for me to afford). That's why I ended up having class everyday. Either I'll have Thursdays off and get the class I really want or I can get Fridays off and play ping-pong at Rod's house. But I really don't want to take Children's Lit. It's okay, but the professor sucks. She's so boring.
My prof today, he pronounced his R's as W's. He was like "Next week we will have thwee books wed." My goal for the year is to get him to say Heartbweak, and hopefully have him do it on camera. That'd be awesome.
I feel like writing ten songs before the end of the year... yap, that's the plan.
