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oy, my head.

i just went on a wild goose chase. the "goose" being a building. how can i chase something that is oh-so-large and does not move, you ask. well, try to find one office in the galaxy that is my university campus, and you'll get your answer.

it was Prof. Hottentott's office, one of 2 that he has (quite an honor and rarity at this school, where if you're not tenured, into the broom closet you go!) i went to the more convenient location, but it was too intimidating, what with its closed door and squeaky floors. there is inevitably ONE person in their office, with their door open, typing away and listening to you squeak about...i wanted desperately to knock on his door, but chickened out due to the witness. of course, i could have simply asked the witness where the mailboxes happened to be, but no, i ran. i figured he would actually be in this other office, in the german department, but again, i was thwarted by a closed door. this time, however, the door had a window (with a drawn blind) and it was obvious that no one was home. but i had to stare at the door for a while, as there was a line of pictures of berlin and other german-type things. awww, so cute. *sigh*

this time, there were far too many "witnesses" - so i asked a random woman in her office if there were staff mailboxes anywhere. sheesh. what's with these unorthodox departments, with no receptionist/secretary, and mailboxes in the photocopy room? those crazy germans.

i didn't hand in the essay yesterday during class. i told Prof. H. that i had the paper, but i also hated it, so i would just have to hand it in a day late. he then started making excuses FOR me, like "yes, you had the problem getting the book - i'm sorry about that, if i had known, i would have asked for two copies, etc. etc." "oh, it wasn't a big deal..." (shutupshutup, he's offering you a way out!) i came to class late since i was madly finishing up the paper, and rats, had to sit right next to him. i could have sworn he sounded more nervous as he spoke, but that could be some very wishful thinking. very wishful. the so-called "pretty girl" was there, eating stick after stick of juicy fruit. she postures herself in a way that makes her "so unpretty" as my homegirlz TLC once sang. and her mind...well, that ain't such a pretty thing, either.

i watched about half of the michael jackson interview last night. poor, poor guy. he's so fucked up, and confused, since he has no clue that he's fucked up. i am sure he was flinching every time the interviewer brought up the fact that he was, in fact, a 44 year-old man. "ack! don't say it!" shrieking in his head. now there is an example of a man who had the sanity just beaten right out of him.

and "blanket"???

oh man. that's just so weird it's FUNNY. i feel insisting that people call ME "blanket." i tried calling socks "blanket" and she looked thoroughly unimpressed.