and i was talking to some gay douchebag who thought he was the greatest fashionista known to man. he was like a hodge-podge of all the gay douches i've known my entire life: trendy to the max, oozing conceitedness, a cigarette in one hand and verbal diarrhea trailing out his mouth. despite his magazine-cover getup, i noticed two old navy size stickers hanging limply off the front of his tshirt. i couldn't figure out if this was by accident, or his attempt to start a new trend, so i just swallowed my laughter and continued talking about piercings.
then i woke up and considered getting out of bed for the umpteenth time.
naw.
my silly little university finally posted our profs on our schedules last week, which is awesome because now i can sleuth around a bit and see if they are any good. considering how antisocial i've been, how would i do that?
then i remembered ratemyteachers. is there perhaps oh maybe a rate my professors dot com? why, yes, yes there is.
according to the site, a few of mine are kinda sucky, which is too bad since i have an amazing schedule and i refuse to change anything around at this point. i'll just deal. apparently, i have this left-wing nut for "advertising and society", which i think is a bad sign. i really don't want to hear about how evil advertising is for four months. ugh. at the same time though, better left-wing nut than gungho right-wing "advertising is the best thing like evar" loser. right? right.
i also have this really hot amazing smart prof for my new media class, which is excellent because i was hoping to get him. he was a guest lecturer in my communication class last year, and i couldn't take my eyes off this guy, and it's not just because of his looks. the guy had an opinion about creative commons licenses!!!! this is a very good sign. so even though the course's name is horribly outdated (who the fuck calls the internet "new media"? the last time i heard that term was in shift magazine, circa 1998), he isn't. and that's what matters.
i got my paycheque the other day and spent half of it within two days. i know. i'm bad. but do you realize how expensive gillette venus catridges are? twenty six dollars canadian for eight measly little razors. so fuck off.
and i still need sneakers and a haircut.
