I'm also listening to Ke$ha btw (don't hate, her stuff is catchy)
Long story short I got the flu and slept through an exam. Now, because I didn't contact her (like a damn fool) she decided to publicly eat my soul like a damn creature from Harry Potter or something. It was awful. She yelled at me, telling me I needed to grow up and take responsibility for myself. I was pretty shocked by the entire ordeal at first really. I didn't expect her to give a damn at that point. Other professors I've had are usually just like, "well, you missed it, not my problem!"
She let me take the exam and then pulled me into her office and made me cry some more, but she was being quiet and understanding (I guess...) this time. And, we were in private this time which was a nice change from the first go round. We talked, and by that I mean she talked and I nodded and tried not to cry some more, and everything was cool.
But I still can't get over the "grow up" comment.
I've always been mature for my age when it comes to most things. I won't lie, I'm a pansy about certain shit, but that doesn't mean I really need to grow up. Sometimes I just want to let go a little, and that could mean reverting back to childhood...
Like when I eat my lik-a-stik and play with a purple tick thing I got out of a gumball machine. College is all about those times when you revert back to childhood. I take naps, eat a shit ton of candy and pizza, watch kid movies, make blanket forts, and play dodgeball in the middle of apartment row. Why should we have to grow up right now? Can't we save it for graduation day? After all the class, studying, and exams I just want a little something to make me feel better. If that means being slightly immature for an hour or two, fine by me.
In other news...I found some pictures that make me happy!
Jonathan's roommate actually knows this chick.
it's a freakin sharkgull!!
I find this to be super cute XD
yum
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