Don't you love it when something you wrote makes some one laugh uncontrollably in the middle of a "quiet" area? Yeah, that's the shit.
Anywho. So here i am sitting in Biology and I thought "Professor Ruesink is a pretty funny dude. Maybe i should blog about him."
So here it goes: i woke up this morning in a pretty foul mood because somebody would NOT leave my room last night. I told him we could watch a movie and apparently he took that as a "hey, you can stay the night." No. That was not the plan. I basically had to kick his ass out at 2:30am. So as soon as he leaves, I'm just like What the fuck? That bitch is totally ruining my sleeping. And I didn't sleep the night before either due to somebody else, but thats a different story for a different day.
So, I wake up, eat my cheerios, get dressed and whatnot then I'm off to meet Lindsey. But wait! Something crazy is going on with the elevator. I guess the light exploded or something so its mostly dark and smells like fire. Super awesome right? No. And Some bitch was in there with me. And she's all like "Its smells like someone was roasting marshmellows in here." And I'mm all "Yeah, fuckass, thats called a burnt light. Not a fucking marshmellow." (By the way, I watched Donnie Darko last night, great movie.)
So thats all fine and dandy, (well not really but whatever) then I walk outside. Yep. Its raining. Do I have my umbrella? Of course not. That would be logical. Luckily, I have myself a walking buddy who is smart enough to bring hers. Thanks Linds! Yeah, so I walked to Jordan Hall in the rain (long fucking walk, let me tell you.), spashing gross twigs and dirt and shit all over my legs. Nasty as fuck. You have no idea.
Then when we finally get here I look at the people already here. Why is it that all the fat bitches find it necessary to sit on the very last seat in the row? You know what that does to everyone else? Every single other person that wants to sit in that row gets to crawl over you fat ass and deal with your dirty fucking looks. If you weren't in the way, we wouldn't have to make you get up. So move, Bitch.
Okay, HELL TO THE NAW.
Fucking...chick, Jessica, this bitch that is teaching my bio class now. [Idk why, dont ask.] She has no idea what she is doing. For one she has to use a fucking microphone. Yeah, Ruesink never did that. Plus Ruesink is so cute. With his Hawiian t-shirts and hats and jokes. And she has stupid hair. We all know I can't handle that. Really. I just want to kick her in the face. She's talking so slow, you would think we are al retarded. Oh wait, thats just her. Seriously lady, we know what "engulf" means. And you know what, we also know what the elecrtomagnetic spectrum is. Craaaazy, right? NO. I learned that in gradeschool.
And quit staring at me. Okay, clearly I need to stop before I set my keyboard on fire from typing to fast. I hope you enjoyed this blog. I sure did. Have a nice day.
P.S. I just realized I meant to blog about Ruesink and i totally didn't. Another time, my dear followers, another time.
that certain someone that was over last night doesn't really understand "watching a movie." every time he and i would watch one, he would also think that it was a spend-the-night. so i had to pull some excuse out of my ass as to why i couldn't stay, or why he should go home. ps. he's definitely trying to get with you. just saying.
ReplyDeleteobviously i'm dyin laughing about this post. i mean, we're in the same classs so i can totally relate. oh lord, she's talking about the fuckin exam like we all care.
ReplyDeleteand for all of you readers: "HELL TO THE NAW" is my saying.
I just think he needs to realize that I don't want to get with him. Obviously I have enough boy problems without him up my ass at all times. Like, yeah Ill chill with him and shit. but no.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, "Hell to the naw" was in fact stolen. I give all credit to Linds.
yeah, i know. that's kindof what happened to me. he just didn't get it. he seems to have these expectations that no one knows about but he just wants us to comply. idk. he needs to get with the program. also, hanging out with him less might help?
ReplyDeleteYeah, but I dont want to kick him out. You know he's just going to move on to another group of friends. I think he needs us. Plus, we need some testosterone in our group.
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