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rubykatewritingNot only did I make straight As this past semester, I apparently made a ONE HUNDRED on my Intermediate Algebra final. Needless to say I am still fucking reeling over that one. All I can say, as I told the girls on Saturday night, was God was in that room with me and He was most definitely aiding me. I...I just don't make As in math, okay? I studied my ass off for the final, attending three final reviews, but still. I...yeah.
Speaking of the girls and Saturday night, I was out for Tiff's bachelorette shindig. We went to see Sex and the City 2, which was pretty much horrifying from start to finish and I spent much of their trip abroad with my hands in front of my face and telling Ogechi to tell me when the horror was finally over, ESPECIALLY that final scene in the market with Samantha. After Cultural Anthropology this past semester, I know that it's perfectly fine to think someone backwards and/or disagree with their viewpoint, but when you are A GUEST IN THEIR FUCKING HOUSE/COUNTRY, you show them some fucking respect. I also loved that Charlotte continued to be the voice of that tiny bit of tradition that lurks inside Carrie. It explains so much of why their friendship is so awesome and awkward to watch at times.
We had a limo to get us around to all of Tiff's favorite places (the theme of the evening) so we all proceeded to get pretty fucking drunk. First, margaritas at Azteca's, and then two shots at Delany's appropriately named "Wedding Cake." Honestly, those were actually pretty fucking awesome because it actually tasted like cake with a maraschino cherry on top. At the end of the evening, the bride-to-be puked (seriously, it sounded like a shower because it was ALLLLLL liquid) in the driveway of her house, then stood up like nothing had just occurred to literally bring her to her knees, and said, "Now I can go to church," and walked up her front walk. When I texted her the next day, she was like, "I totes don't remember that." Which only furthered the awesomeness of the event, especially after Ogechi, Del, and I looked after her like, "Uh, so really, that just happened, yeah?"
Anyway, now I'm in College Algebra hell, but Dr. Smith, my Intro to Algebra teacher, is the captain of this boat so I feel as if I'm in good hands. I just need to make a B. I want an A just because, but I will totes settle for a B; I just don't want to have to repeat this shit come the fall.
Speaking of the girls and Saturday night, I was out for Tiff's bachelorette shindig. We went to see Sex and the City 2, which was pretty much horrifying from start to finish and I spent much of their trip abroad with my hands in front of my face and telling Ogechi to tell me when the horror was finally over, ESPECIALLY that final scene in the market with Samantha. After Cultural Anthropology this past semester, I know that it's perfectly fine to think someone backwards and/or disagree with their viewpoint, but when you are A GUEST IN THEIR FUCKING HOUSE/COUNTRY, you show them some fucking respect. I also loved that Charlotte continued to be the voice of that tiny bit of tradition that lurks inside Carrie. It explains so much of why their friendship is so awesome and awkward to watch at times.
We had a limo to get us around to all of Tiff's favorite places (the theme of the evening) so we all proceeded to get pretty fucking drunk. First, margaritas at Azteca's, and then two shots at Delany's appropriately named "Wedding Cake." Honestly, those were actually pretty fucking awesome because it actually tasted like cake with a maraschino cherry on top. At the end of the evening, the bride-to-be puked (seriously, it sounded like a shower because it was ALLLLLL liquid) in the driveway of her house, then stood up like nothing had just occurred to literally bring her to her knees, and said, "Now I can go to church," and walked up her front walk. When I texted her the next day, she was like, "I totes don't remember that." Which only furthered the awesomeness of the event, especially after Ogechi, Del, and I looked after her like, "Uh, so really, that just happened, yeah?"
Anyway, now I'm in College Algebra hell, but Dr. Smith, my Intro to Algebra teacher, is the captain of this boat so I feel as if I'm in good hands. I just need to make a B. I want an A just because, but I will totes settle for a B; I just don't want to have to repeat this shit come the fall.
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Date: 2010-06-15 04:01 pm (UTC)Woo, congrats!
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Date: 2010-06-16 05:30 am (UTC)When I read about America - which is endlessly fascinating - it's the little differences that get me. Like that you apparently have these cracktastic blue mailboxes. In Canada, wedding cake is not cake for eating. It's this batshit fruitcake to put under your pillow. Put that in you Cultural Anthropology and smoke it!