Boooooooooooo!

I was unhappy earlier today because my 2:00 class was junk.

I'm going to go ahead and express my utter joy at eating cookie dough right now, though. Mmmmmmmmmm...ooooh AND Steve Smith just popped up on the television. Man, a good couple of minutes here! Steve Smith and cookie dough!! Sweet!

So I was really unhappy about this junk class I had today. It was my psychology class. Ugh, it was utter and absolute junk. I already knew that Lawson, the professor, was/is a weirdo immature hippie, but he totally blew me away today. Holy goodness, we spent the whole stupid freaking idiot hour listening to him read questions that we'd written on index cards at the beginning of class. Does that make sense? At the beginning of class, he passed out index cards and told us to put any question we wanted on there. It could be related to psychology, Lawson's life, "drugs, sex, rock and roll," our families, relationsips, anything. We then turned them in, and he proceeded to read all of the questions that weren't too dirty (so as not to compromise his job). He answered very few of them; he may have only answered about eight, actually. So I had to sit through the dumbest stuff--"Do you believe in a higher being? Does masturbation really make you go blind? Why did you get married, and how are you still married? How many drugs have you done in your lifetime? Do you think smoking pot hinder's a college student's academic progress?" Junk like that. And like I said, he answered maybe eight of them. I had to waste an entire hour of my life doing this junk, listening to the questions, hearing him laugh at some of them, watching him make dumb facial expressions, hearing all these college students--who are supposed to be much more mature than high schoolers--laugh at a question about masturbation. Ugh.

I was nearly to the point of anger when we got out of there. I mean, I'm talking some severe annoyance here. Severe. My parents are paying thousands of dollars for this kind of stuff? Heck no! I'm here to freaking learn! Man, I was so annoyed. I am still annoyed, but I'm choosing not to dwell on it. That's how Steve Smith and cookie dough can make me happy right now. Otherwise it'd take way more to appease me. Even though appease doesn't quite work in that context. Put some other word in there.

I had some Alpine today. It was tasty. It was a presidential pardon wrap. Jennica introduced me to those. I'm glad. Ooh, and I had some sweet tea--three cups of it. I introduced myself to that. I'm glad.