Okay, so I'm in the middle of this ridiculously long test for my Anatomy/Physiology class. First let me explain about my stupid teacher.
1. He pretty much is just stupid, but I guess I should explain more.
2. He tries to be funny, but everyone just looks at him and are confused at why he is saying such stupid crap.
3. I don't think he really knows anything about this subject. All he does is read out the textbook. I don't even know why I went to class in the first place.
4. He's fat. nuf said.
5. he's ugly.
So I guess those last two weren't really that fair to him, but life's not fair. So anyways, I'm trying to take this test and I feel like a moron because I don't know anything about what the questions are asking. Then I remember that the reason I don't know is because we didn't even discuss a single flipping thing on these two chapters in class. Plus this is supposed to be our final!!! He's such a doofus. Well I guess I should get back to my dumb test because if I don't do well on it I think I'm going to fail the class. That would pretty much suck because this is a class for my major. (health science).
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Home wrecker
So I'm up here in Idaho going to school. Just an innocent little freshmen in the big world of college and BYU-Idaho dating. I figure that I'm doing pretty well. I got a job at good ol' Dominoe's and I figure life is going pretty good. I figure that half the fun of college is dating, so I practice my flirting techniques or shall we say the lack thereof.
I figure I'm pretty good at picking up signals from the opposite sex, so I put my skills to the test. There was a cute guy that worked with me. He was funny and I loved to stare at his rippling biceps in awe. So I decided that he would be my ginny pig. I start out by making small talk and adding my two cents along in conversations with him, desperately trying to appear friendly, but not too friendly and funny, but not too funny. I think that this is working so I decide to step it up a notch. I smile at him and give him the eye and shove his shoulder as I laugh at one of his hilarious comments.
I was thinking to myself, "Man I am good, I'll probably get a date out of this!"
I completely psych myself up for this date that I'm expecting, when later in the week I discover when I'm in conversation with my test subject that he is MARRIED!!! I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the words:
"...My wife..."
come out of his mouth. (note the dot dot dot, because I was in such shock that I don't recall the rest of the conversation). I felt like such a fool and I was filled with disgust that I fell for a married man.
Many of you probably thought to yourself, "Why didn't she just check his left hand for a wedding ring?"
well I did, but you see, as a rule at dominoe's (stupid dominoe's) we are not allowed to wear any jewelry of any kind, including rings. I thought I was good to go, but he had already been claimed.
So pretty much one my first dating or shall we say "home wrecking" experiences at college was a major flop. And now I always check for a ring and if they have one, I don't say two words to them and I definitely steer clear of any touchage of any kind.
I figure I'm pretty good at picking up signals from the opposite sex, so I put my skills to the test. There was a cute guy that worked with me. He was funny and I loved to stare at his rippling biceps in awe. So I decided that he would be my ginny pig. I start out by making small talk and adding my two cents along in conversations with him, desperately trying to appear friendly, but not too friendly and funny, but not too funny. I think that this is working so I decide to step it up a notch. I smile at him and give him the eye and shove his shoulder as I laugh at one of his hilarious comments.
I was thinking to myself, "Man I am good, I'll probably get a date out of this!"
I completely psych myself up for this date that I'm expecting, when later in the week I discover when I'm in conversation with my test subject that he is MARRIED!!! I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the words:
"...My wife..."
come out of his mouth. (note the dot dot dot, because I was in such shock that I don't recall the rest of the conversation). I felt like such a fool and I was filled with disgust that I fell for a married man.
Many of you probably thought to yourself, "Why didn't she just check his left hand for a wedding ring?"
well I did, but you see, as a rule at dominoe's (stupid dominoe's) we are not allowed to wear any jewelry of any kind, including rings. I thought I was good to go, but he had already been claimed.
So pretty much one my first dating or shall we say "home wrecking" experiences at college was a major flop. And now I always check for a ring and if they have one, I don't say two words to them and I definitely steer clear of any touchage of any kind.
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