So I just bought some Christmas lights from Wal-Mart... I hung them up and admired my lopsided job. I was content. I sat down with Joe and was reading a magazine. About 10 minutes later I looked up and half the string was out. Half on, half off. The box guarantees: "If one bulb goes out, the others stay lighted." I called 1-800-WALMART but the recorded voice told me to call back during regular business hours. That's just great. I spent $1.62 on a jumble of crap. Funny, the 3 strings of lights I got last week at P&C for $1.19 are still working just fine...

I also hate Wal-Mart because I paid $6.10 for prints that SUCK. They are so overexposed, it's like the processor was going for midtones in the shadows. Oh yes, Henrietta Wal-Mart will be hearing from me tomorrow...

I can't remember what website it was talking about, but I saw a google description today that said, "Tiered of going to work every day?" Tiered. That's great.

So my M&P professor told us a story today... it went a little something like this:

"My mom got one of those disposable cameras and went on a trip to the Grand Canyon. When she got back, I said, 'Hey ma, how did those pictures turn out?' and she said, 'I don't know, I never got them back.' I asked, 'You mean you haven't picked them up yet?' She said, 'Well I just tossed the thing in and I thought they'd send the pictures to me.' 'Where did you toss it in?' 'I don't know, some garbage can somewhere. It said 'disposable,' right?' She doesn't really understand these things. She's old."

The story might have been a little bit funny... a couple of us may have even laughed... if he hadn't told the exact same story last week.

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out"?
(From a blog called things you say...)

Some good news for Kevin... Jimmy Carter wins Nobel Peace Prize

And I REALLY hate the ACLU.

I hate The Weakest Link, I hate the contestants, and I really hate the the idiot and beotch who host it.

My assignment for my "Survey: Western Art & Architecture" course is to read 2 chapters and write a 1-2 page response paper. Each chapter is 38 pages long, and the entire things reads like a crusty old history book. I don't know what on earth I'm supposed to write since I wasn't in this class last quarter. I have to have it done by 4:30 (an hour and a half from now). It would be easier to do if I could read it out of a book, but I have to read it off course reserves in .pdf. I don't want to waste all the ink to print it out. It is so boring. Shoot me now.

Word of the day: Innastretted

The Zone was randomly calling people this morning and asking them to take a "Naughty or Nice" survey for Santa's List. The guy calling said he was an elf from Santa's Workshop and was talking through a thing that made his voice high and elf-y.
The first lady they called didn't want to do it and the elf warned her, "Ma'am, failing to participate in this random phone survey automatically puts you on Santa's naughty list." She said, "I'm sorry, I'm not innastretted." The elf asked, "What? You're not what? Innastrennid?" and she said, "No, I'm not innastre... insteress... concerned wi' dat right now." and hung up.

I think people what have bad gramer and spelling shuld be on Santa's notty list irregardless.

Damn the world. I was just writing for 10 minutes about all of my frustration and the post is now gone. I have no idea why. Damn blogger. DAMN.

Damn Owen for refusing to give my book back. He is no longer my new best friend.

Damn Becky Ruby and her overachieving ways.

I'm really starting off on the wrong foot this quarter. It really sucks that we go home for Thanksgiving, then when we come back we have to start 5 new classes for 3 weeks, then go on Christmas break. Then when we come back (after a shorter break than anyone else I know) we have to finish the other 7 weeks of the quarter. It's hard to get motivated to do a ton of work during the first 3 weeks, and it's practically impossible to cram all of the assignments into the last 7 weeks. There are some things that I just really really hate about RIT.

Seven CD's for 20 bucks? I fail to see the drawback.

Without going into detail, I will say that I would indeed consider sending my child to a "same-sex" school. I wouldn't prefer it over another choice, but I would never rule it out.