Goddamn length cutoff!

I HATE ENGLISH. JUST LET ME SAY THAT NOW. I got quite sick of the jerkoffs in the class. They all venerate Shakespeare in this greasy, creepy stalkerish way. "Shakespeare is really good with ______ and ______ and ____ ________ and _________ and I want to fellate his ingenious seventeenth-century phallus!!!!!11one" Right, how about not. Dude's dead, and not even all that cool. You all just think he's deep 'cause nobody speaks seventeenth-century English anymore.

So of course anytime in class I made a verbal contribution (which was frequently, as those who attended high school with me can assert; they all know I never shut the fuck up and I've only gotten more verbal), I was the lone dissenter and shot down. So for the first essay (25% of the final grade, bitchez!) I wrote what I thought was an okay analysis of my chosen passage. After reading a couple others in the class, I was fairly sure it was at least B, B- material.

D-. WHAT the FUCK?

So I dropped the class like a hot frying pan on a noisy baby. Fucking professor. His comments basically consisted of, in a few different wordings, and thinly veiled behind polite 'professional' professor-talk, "Your essay and your opinions all suck. You're wrong. D-, bitch."

Haha, I don't think so.

He's gonna be so pissed when he sees I dropped and can't fail me. I hope SO HARD that his little dickwad head explodes. It'd make my day.

Okay, so that was mean. Um, next thing.

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*return 3pm*

So I have a few friends here and there that are Libertarians. I've never really identified as Republican and Democrat, and what's more, I've always wished the government would pack up and move its ass on out of my private life. If I'm gay, don't disturb me. If I should so choose to pop my womb with a rusty coat hanger, let me do it. If I'm behind closed doors, please, get on out of my life, what I do doesn't bother you.

So, I got involved with the small, new College Libertarians group here on campus. I'm the treasurer now. Except I'm more like half the secretary and half the treasurer and we have about six dollars.

So I'm in HEB on Election Night (For those of you who are Texas Challenged, HEB is the best supermarket evar. It's only in Central Texas, and it started in San Antonio. Their prices are so low, they've driven everyone else out of SA. You have to go north to hit anything but HEB) and I'm wearing a Vote Libertarian button on my blazer (I wore a red silk shirt and a dark dark blue blazer in honor of Election Day, I'm such a nerd) and this guy stops me and is like, "What does your button say?" So my first thought is "SHIT! SHIT! He's gonna start an argument about drugs. Or guns. Or he'll start throwing rocks at me." Turns out the guy is a Libertarian and we have some conversation for a little while, exchange emails. He's an elementary school teacher, and the other male teacher at the school is also Libertarian. It was kind of neat. (He invited me over to shoot things in his garage shooting gallery. XD)

I've driven here and there and everywhere. So far in Texas, I've been to San Marcos, Austin, Dallas (and the suburbs of), Fort Worth, and everything west of San Antonio along I-10 (but that doesn't count). El Paso is really ugly.

I went up to Dallas to see the Texas-OU game. We didn't go to the actual game, just to Dave and Buster's (Which is one of the coolest places evar!) and I've discovered a love for football. During Thanksgiving break I'm going to the Texas-A&M game, which excites me to no end (because Aggies fuck sheep).

I'm runnin' outta steam. Y'all are lucky I didn't keep going. Prepare for more, soon.