I was going to bore you all with a long, philosophical entry about journalism. Then I remembered I am but a young grasshopper, and decided my time would be better spent reading
other journalists's philosophical ramblings.
In other news, I got my History drama sorted out. (Remember, the F where there should not be an F?) I'm a little disappointed, though, because the teacher isn't letting me salvage my last missing exam. Why? Apparently, because I didn't come to him quick enough, nor did I familiarize myself with all the bugs of the online software. Also, I think he thought I was insulting his online teaching skills.
[Insert angry ranting here about how pointing out one error he made during one test does not count as an insult, rather, I was trying to prove that I had taken the damn exam. For bonus points, insert suspicions that the teacher was angry because I used long words. For the win, insert repressed rage at an egocentric professor who made us by
his own book for a textbook, which was the most costly out of all my college texts.]
Let's see, what else? Oh yes. I think you should all know that I'm really, really craving a Wendy's Spicy Chicken Sandwich.
me-sense:
hungry
music: Barenaked Ladies - Box Set