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Praying For a Sleet Day Feeling: frustrated It's about thirty degrees outside, still raining, and my lights are flickering. I'm sitting here, praying for school to be canceled. You see, I have a class at 8 a.m. tomorrow, so I'd like to know ahead of time if I get to sleep in. I'd rather not get up, shower, dress, walk over there, climb three flights of stairs, and then see a note on the door, or some such nonsense. Because then I'm up, crabby, unable to nap, with nowhere to go. I could easily pretend I thought it was canceled (rumors to that effect were circulating everywhere), and hope my professor doesn't count me absent, but as is the case with all classes that I can't stand and think are pointless, he is an ancient troll of a man and I know he will count it if I'm not there. Plus I just don't have the innocent look or the ability to bat my eyes just so, and convince males of all ages to do whatever I ask. Although sometimes I can arm-wrestle them into submission. In that vein, why do all guys in my orbit seem to go for the girls that are four-foot-eleven-and-three-(hopeful)-quarters of an inch tall? Why do they like the girls that are cute and childlike and have the bone structure of a hummingbird? Why can't they be attracted to outspoken amazonian redheads who are built like freight trains instead? Wait, I just answered my own question. Comments? 1 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |