So, I’m listening to the Grammy’s and who shows up just now? Al Gore. What’s the point? Unless he’s A) got a new book coming out or B) gauging audience reaction to make a final decision on running or not. Hmmm…interesting. Considering his last running mate and now Presidential hopeful may have dug his own grave recently, it’s quite possible. Or…he could be Hilary’s running mate. That would bite big donkey balls because, well, just because.
Anyway, I’ve got one paper finished and two speeches started. Those two speeches aren’t due for a couple of months so I’ll have plenty of time to rewrite, rewrite and rewrite some more. By the time I’m done rewriting my first version and my final version will look nothing alike. Yay. Love it.
Speaking of speaking (hahaha! I crack myself up) we have a group speech Saturday after next and this chick that’s in my group may not live long enough to make it. She wanted to meet with the group in the middle of the week. The guy in our group (there’s two in the class) and I both said that we couldn’t do that because of our other responsibilities. I said that we could work through email since we just need coordinate transitions. She said “Well, we all have stuff to do, but you guys should just find the time. And I don’t do email.” We could meet after class on Saturday, Guy and I say. Not good enough. “You know, all of our grades are riding on this.” First the demand then the guilt. Uh-oh. Time to nip this shit in the bud. “You know, I’m here Monday evenings and Saturday mornings. If I had any other available time during the week I would find something to fill that time. The very fact that I’m taking a Saturday morning speech class should tell you what my personal schedule is.” Guy just sits and nods. Obviously my schedule isn’t the only one that can’t adjust to chicky’s needs. I stared her straight in the eye and waited for something else to come. Guilt is usually followed by some other kind of manipulation. She gave up. Good for her. I’m pretty sure that she’s one of those women that is used to getting her way no matter what and she thought, because I’m so soft spoken and ladylike (or something) that I would be an easy push over. Oops, her bad. Oh! And when we were deciding which order we would speak in no one was volunteering for the introduction. Her highness was going trying to convince the other members of the group to do it. I said,”I’ll do it.” She hadn’t gotten to me yet.
She said “Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable doing the conclusion? We want to get their attention from the beginning.”
“No. I’m doing the introduction. No one else wanted to do it and I want to get this entire ordeal over and done with.”
“Well, we need someone strong.”
“I’m doing it.”
I’m pretty sure she was going to stab me in the eye with a pencil, but I managed to get away with both eyes. At any rate, if she wanted to do the introduction she should’ve spoken up. I wasn’t fighting my way to the front and was generally sitting quietly. But I don’t think she wanted to do it. She just didn’t want me to do it. Tsk, tsk. Too bad for her. Maybe she was just having issues with a philandering husband and felt she needed to control something in her life. Unfortunately, she went about it all wrong. I just wanted to be done with the whole thing. Shit, if she would’ve been a little nicer, I would’ve let her write my speech for me (just to make sure she got her A) and washed my hands of the whole thing altogether. But I’m hard headed and don’t like being spoken to like a child. Guess that makes me bitchy (or hard to push over, if you want to be generous about it).
While I’m on the subject of bitchy, what’s the deal with women blogging their periods? Not just mentioning “I’m having my period today and that sucks ass” but going into deep, dark, nasty detail about it? Is that the new cool thing? One chick refers to her uterus as “ute”. Ok. That’s her thing. But when she became cool then all kinds of women starting talking about how their “ute’s” were doing this and how the “ute” was doing that. And, damn, but I don’t want to know about your bloody tampons/pads! I have my own menses every single month and I suffer through it, so I certainly don’t want to know about yours. Is there nothing, nothing off limits? When did telling every single disgusting detail of your personal life become cool? Please someone tell me! I’m waiting for someone to start posting pictures of their toilet bowl after they’ve dropped the bomb. Seriously, please just STOP IT!
I’ve got a headache now. I just seriously don’t want to read about that stuff and happened upon a woman who just couldn’t stave the flow. Honestly, I couldn’t click the ‘x’ fast enough.
If I want womanly blood stories I’ll talk to myself. Shoot.
Oh, and I got a new couch. Yay! Actually it’s not coming until next week, but I’m still thrilled. Can I just tell you that my plans are to take a nap on that bad boy the very second the delivery guys close the door behind them. OMG! It’s so awesome. It’s one of those ones with a really, really deep seat and micro-suede material. I’m hunting for a picture to post. I love it. Do you know that I have never in my life had the opportunity to purchase a brand new sofa, right out of an actual showroom? Every sofa I’ve ever owned was used. This is a big deal for me (like when I got my new refrigerator…I was thrilled). So, pardon me for going on about it.
Yammer, yap, huh?
So, I’m listening to the Grammy’s and who shows up just now? Al Gore. What’s the point? Unless he’s A) got a new book coming out or B) gauging audience reaction to make a final decision on running or not. Hmmm…interesting. Considering his last running mate and now Presidential hopeful may have dug his own grave recently, it’s quite possible. Or…he could be Hilary’s running mate. That would bite big donkey balls because, well, just because.
Anyway, I’ve got one paper finished and two speeches started. Those two speeches aren’t due for a couple of months so I’ll have plenty of time to rewrite, rewrite and rewrite some more. By the time I’m done rewriting my first version and my final version will look nothing alike. Yay. Love it.
Speaking of speaking (hahaha! I crack myself up) we have a group speech Saturday after next and this chick that’s in my group may not live long enough to make it. She wanted to meet with the group in the middle of the week. The guy in our group (there’s two in the class) and I both said that we couldn’t do that because of our other responsibilities. I said that we could work through email since we just need coordinate transitions. She said “Well, we all have stuff to do, but you guys should just find the time. And I don’t do email.” We could meet after class on Saturday, Guy and I say. Not good enough. “You know, all of our grades are riding on this.” First the demand then the guilt. Uh-oh. Time to nip this shit in the bud. “You know, I’m here Monday evenings and Saturday mornings. If I had any other available time during the week I would find something to fill that time. The very fact that I’m taking a Saturday morning speech class should tell you what my personal schedule is.” Guy just sits and nods. Obviously my schedule isn’t the only one that can’t adjust to chicky’s needs. I stared her straight in the eye and waited for something else to come. Guilt is usually followed by some other kind of manipulation. She gave up. Good for her. I’m pretty sure that she’s one of those women that is used to getting her way no matter what and she thought, because I’m so soft spoken and ladylike (or something) that I would be an easy push over. Oops, her bad. Oh! And when we were deciding which order we would speak in no one was volunteering for the introduction. Her highness was going trying to convince the other members of the group to do it. I said,”I’ll do it.” She hadn’t gotten to me yet.
She said “Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable doing the conclusion? We want to get their attention from the beginning.”
“No. I’m doing the introduction. No one else wanted to do it and I want to get this entire ordeal over and done with.”
“Well, we need someone strong.”
“I’m doing it.”
I’m pretty sure she was going to stab me in the eye with a pencil, but I managed to get away with both eyes. At any rate, if she wanted to do the introduction she should’ve spoken up. I wasn’t fighting my way to the front and was generally sitting quietly. But I don’t think she wanted to do it. She just didn’t want me to do it. Tsk, tsk. Too bad for her. Maybe she was just having issues with a philandering husband and felt she needed to control something in her life. Unfortunately, she went about it all wrong. I just wanted to be done with the whole thing. Shit, if she would’ve been a little nicer, I would’ve let her write my speech for me (just to make sure she got her A) and washed my hands of the whole thing altogether. But I’m hard headed and don’t like being spoken to like a child. Guess that makes me bitchy (or hard to push over, if you want to be generous about it).
While I’m on the subject of bitchy, what’s the deal with women blogging their periods? Not just mentioning “I’m having my period today and that sucks ass” but going into deep, dark, nasty detail about it? Is that the new cool thing? One chick refers to her uterus as “ute”. Ok. That’s her thing. But when she became cool then all kinds of women starting talking about how their “ute’s” were doing this and how the “ute” was doing that. And, damn, but I don’t want to know about your bloody tampons/pads! I have my own menses every single month and I suffer through it, so I certainly don’t want to know about yours. Is there nothing, nothing off limits? When did telling every single disgusting detail of your personal life become cool? Please someone tell me! I’m waiting for someone to start posting pictures of their toilet bowl after they’ve dropped the bomb. Seriously, please just STOP IT!
I’ve got a headache now. I just seriously don’t want to read about that stuff and happened upon a woman who just couldn’t stave the flow. Honestly, I couldn’t click the ‘x’ fast enough.
If I want womanly blood stories I’ll talk to myself. Shoot.
Oh, and I got a new couch. Yay! Actually it’s not coming until next week, but I’m still thrilled. Can I just tell you that my plans are to take a nap on that bad boy the very second the delivery guys close the door behind them. OMG! It’s so awesome. It’s one of those ones with a really, really deep seat and micro-suede material. I’m hunting for a picture to post. I love it. Do you know that I have never in my life had the opportunity to purchase a brand new sofa, right out of an actual showroom? Every sofa I’ve ever owned was used. This is a big deal for me (like when I got my new refrigerator…I was thrilled). So, pardon me for going on about it.
I’m out.
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