Tuesday, May 31, 2011

First Day of School

So school started a week while I was still out of the country and I hated it. I am the type of person who hates being late to class. I'd rather cut my classes than be late. I hate it when you go inside a room late and everyone suddenly quiets down and look at you.

My first day at one of my classes went like this.

I enter the room.

Sit at an empty seat in the back.

Professor asks us to form a group and pass a list of names to him.

Group forms a circle.

Professor starts discussing the lesson.

Blahblahblah something I wont need in the future

15 minutes into the discussion, I realized something is not right..

Check my schedule.

Oh my fucking god..

Mind stopped functioning, humiliation rising

I stood up without saying anything.

Like a ninja

I got out of there like nothing fucking happened.. even though I was there for 15 fucking minutes.
I hope no one remembers me.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Weather or not

What kind of weather is a spring/summer?

In my country we only experience 3 seasons.

We have sunny

Just perfect

We have rainy

And we have so fucking hot please kill me now.

Based on true events
As much as I miss home, I am glad I'm out of the country because it's that time of the year.

But now I face a different climate problem.

I thought spring/summer was a perfect time to wear cute dresses and cardigans.


But I actually look like the pillsbury dough boy...


Spring/summer is a lie.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Unhappy Flier

As I pack my bags for a 15(ish) hour flight tomorrow, 
I cannot help but remember the inconveniences of flying.

I hate airplane food.

It's always the same. It doesn't matter what meat it is. It's always almost inedible.
Every fucking time

I hate having to wait in line to use the bathroom.

Then the seatbelt signs turns on and you have to go back.

You gotta be kidding me.

But what I hate the most is this.
I finally get to sleep then this happens...

Eating time yet again.

 I would not like them here or there.
I would not like them anywhere.
I do not like airplane food.
I do not like them,
fuck you.

And about this TSA pat down shit.
What do I do?

Touch me, touch you.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

If everyone was like Lady Gaga

I imagine the world to look like this.

Casual wear would consist of odd clothing and head gear.

Men's clothing and women's clothing would be the same

I guess, even at work.

Your boss

You would get unwanted attention.

Attract animals sexually

And possibly get chased (and/or eaten) by wild animals

Meat shirt

Lastly, eggs as transportation.

Like a rickshaw, but with eggs

That would be interesting I guess..