Transmission:08.02|Start of Semester, (s)2008

Christ, I have the headache that’s the size of Oregon. By the way, at the time of this blog, it is 31* and cloudy. Right now in Portland., you’ll see pokemon on the street selling themselves for sex.

Those Poor Pikachu.

I’m on location on CCAC Boyce on the smallest laptop I have ever seen. I couldn’t even type on it. God damn it Seeger. I went to all of my classes and I have come to these conclusions about my Professors.

- My DVS-103 professor is old and his class will remind me of 8th grade science.
- My CIT-100 professor, I swear to god, is probably Mike Holmgren’s stunt double. You know, the coach of the Seattle Seahawks.

Too bad he couldn’t teach a class on calling plays in the fourth quarter of a super bowl.

- My HIS-102 professor talked like he was baked, minus the stupid laughter of your actual stoner.
- My MAT-090 professor looked like the bitch from “The Weakest Link,” just shorter, and less British.

“Who here is as useless as an imaginary number?”.

Now I know that doing something like this is immatureblog, but come on, I haven’t posted anything in days because nothing remotely interesting has happened to me in the last week. But since I’ve started school, there’s something to be blogged about in and around my life now.

Now, I have to take the “walk of shame” down to MAT-090.

End transmission.

~ by Frost on January 17, 2008.