gloating and dinner

Apparently, my prof enjoyed my paper on The Smiths. Enough to single me out in class. I have to admit it's pretty awesome to have a teacher tell everyone how good your shit is, since he didn't do it for anyone else. I never had that in elementary school or high school. Frankly, I would have been happy enough if he just told me privately, but it felt great to rub it in the faces of all the kiss-asses in the class. They'd probably be less subtle about sucking the prof's dick (proverbially) if they just sucked his dick (literally).
The point of this is that I'm awesome. Oh, and I ended up giving my paper the title 'These Charming Men: The Smiths and their Ordinary Revolution'. Pretentious, huh?

Staff dinner last night. Still not sure what to think of it. It was nice to see everyone out of work mode, but there was still this lingering feeling of restraint. We couldn't be ourselves because the bosses were still there. Aside from a corny joke that I told to the entire table, I barely said anything. I can't make small talk to anyone, and the only thing I have in common with my coworkers is mostly work. And I can't talk about work in front of my bosses, because it'd mostly be me bitching about work. So yeah, it left me with very little to say.
On the bright side, I got a nice bottle of cologne and a nice surprise in my card, which I've yet to thank my bosses for. I hope I don't forget to thank them today.

Aside from that and the fact that I'm still busy as hell, not much else is going on. As if you asked.

Potent Quotables

I have absolutely no idea what's going on these days. I'm completely lost at school and I just sort of float by, half-awake at work. I hope I can collect myself during the Christmas break and snap out of it.

In completely unrelated news, I was recently threatened by Sergio, who said "I'll Ghostface Kill-your-ass!". Quotable win.

Prayer

These past 2 weeks nearly killed me. Please let tomorrow go smoothly.

That's why you don't have any salad in your diet.

My boss actually bought a Slap Chop. He even got a Graty with it. They both sit on a shelf at work. I imagine it looks really out of place to his patients (he's an ophthalmologist), since it's in his exam area. I'll bet his life is going great now. I mean, it must be, right? You know, on account of him slapping his troubles away.

Nah, b

Happy Birthday, Matt. Sorry I can't be there for the last night of Grimewave or to party on your birthday, but I'm drowning in my school work. I'll party down this coming weekend, after everything is due.

I gotta write a paper on Morrissey/The Smiths. Someone give me a witty title for it.

Procrastination

I figured since I made myself look like an idiot with that farting post, here's an old picture to make it worse.

Sharks

I was gonna bitch and moan about work (what else?), but instead I'm just gonna post this.



Holy fuck. Why do kids get the most awesome shit?