Public Enemy Number 1

I don't normally make it a point to post pictures of those who have angered me in many ways, but I think a picture is most necessary here. For all purposes, let us refer to this woman just as Penny, or Ptay for short. I don't want to go so far as to say that this woman has ruined my senior year, but she's coming pretty close. PTay "teaches" me geology--and by "teaches" I mean to say she verbally abuses me, yells at me for not being able to read a topographic map, then breathes her not-so-colgate-fresh breath on my computer screen.

Today Ptay decided it would be a FABULOUS idea to hold a debate on energy---wow, she must have broken the brain piggy bank to think that one up. Adding insult to injury, she started laughing during my portion of the presentation---I guess PTay didn't appreciate my SLIGHTLY over-dramatic tone (okay, it wasn't so slight...at the end of the presentation I yelled "THIS IS OUR CHARGE WE MUST HEED IT", but whatever.) Next time she laughs at me I think I'm going to throw a sack of mail at her and tell her to deal with it (In a not-so-former life she used to deliver mail for the USPS...now she's dripping sweat on my notebook while telling me about Global Warming.) Read more

My new home ?

This morning my father got a phone call from FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency for all you non-refugees out there) asking if he wanted a trailer to live in. His answer? Hell Yes. So Come Christmas 2005, I won't be waiting for Old Saint Nick's arrival in my Garden District Home (which, might I remind everyone, is livable and quite pretty when decorated for Christmas)--I will be waiting for him to come down that vent hole at the top of my FEMA Trailer. Also, my parents have so generously given me the trailer for my own particular use once I graduate from college. My future is so bright, isn't it? Read more