I'd rather play at hug o'war

Not 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 ( Spoilers, yo. ) 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.

Today is my first official day as a full-time, unemployed college student. Yay? I guess I'm leaning more towards yay than nay, because AT LAST, I feel some forward momentum, that there is, in fact, an end in sight, and I will get my degree sooner rather than later.

Alas, I am also without any real income (unemployment doesn't count. ALSO: SUCK IT, MDA.) for the first time since I was eighteen years old, and THAT freaks me out liek whoa.

So, yeah, that's where I'm at for the foreseeable future.

...yay?

I love that this goes completely off the rails, but the interviewer just sits back and enjoys the show. Can I have a Jason Segel of my very very own already?

ALSO? I WISH TO KICK MY COMP II TEACHER IN THE SHIN.

So. It's quite possible my new English professor is going to make me insane by semester end. He has this really meandering, stream-of-consciousness lecture style. He's brilliant and a fellow word nerd, but oh my GOD, it's WEDNESDAY NIGHT. I've been at work ALL FUCKING DAY. You really want to make me cut you with this "I always go to 9:50" bullshit. (Speaking of, briary_flower, the poetry portion, which will happen mid-semester [we're covering drama now], runs the gamut. I spent a good half-hour ignoring him and bouncing from one poem to the next. We're talking ee cummings, Pablo Neruda, Edgar Allen Poe, W.H. Auden, Yeats, Keats, etc., etc., etc. I was completely geeking out.)

Holy fucking hell, I'm exhausted.

Also, HI EVERYBODY! I didn't mean to take such a long break from LJ, but I had my surgery last month and took three weeks off from just about everything. They took four and half pounds off of each breast (as Gabs put it, "You were packin a frickin baby around all this time!"), and while I'm not into real bras yet (it's sports bras all the way), I am officially a C-cup. Plus they were able to save both nipples so I can potentially breast feed my future babies. My god is it rad.

Anyway, I think that's enough of an update for now. I need to get some actual work done. Oh and write my paragraph on what I think is "good English." Did I mention my professor is a wee titch NUTS? Yeah.

Oh! Almost forgot. buffyx, blahblahologist, and halfway2home, thank you all for my Christmas cards! They were such lovely little surprises. (V, I LOVED the Office stuff, too. I was giggling like such a damn fool when I opened the package; Mom was giving me her "I don't get fangirls" look.)

ETA: Jensen Ackles, we need to talk. Really? This is what you spend your precious time off doing? REALLY? I want my seven bucks back, fucker.