I know its winter, but god.
It's going to be
9 this week.
9. Not. 3
9. Or 2
9. Or even
95. its going to be
9. Christ, its cold. Ironically, the thermometer says it is indeed 29 as of right now. This weekend we aren't even going to be here for the cold, but we are going to Iowa, which, I will expect to be much colder. Joy of joys. Damn my stupid fool cousin for wanting to get married in January because "he's a triathlon runner and they aren't training in January so its better for him." What about what's better for the 200 plus people who's going to be at this shindig? No love for us? You try wearing a dress that's both adorable and right for the weather, and add in the fact that sweater-type dresses are a NO for me because it would just make me look fatter than I already am.
*harrumph* Plus, my big brother and Danika are not going to be able to make it to the wedding, so if my other ridiculously skinny, blond smart ass cousins are there, its going to be a disaster. I'm not necessarily the violent type, but I will hit a bitch. Or, at least bitch a person out for saying something fucking stupid. Which, they have a tendency to definitely do, because why be a stereotype if you can't be a complete stereotype. My cousins are so functionally retarded that they actually said that when they have a boyfriend they, and I am not making this up, hope that they break up so that they can spend a week not eating and throwing up about it so that they can lose weight. Feel free to re-read that sentence if your brain just went "what the FUCK?!" My family is the center of narcissism. Everyone wonders why
I'm not normal, as if I had a shot. I'm really not looking forward to this wedding (in case you couldn't tell) but I can't back out now, because all the other kids have, save my older sister and I've already asked off for work anyway and gotten the time off. The only thing that will save this is if Jessica, my cool cousin, will save me. Please save me Jessica, for the love of God, save me. Oh and please, alcohol gods in the sky, let this be an open bar at this wedding, so at least I can be a little intoxicated and not have to give a fuck about what's going on. Yes? Please?
*Whew*
In other news, first day of school is today. I have a Philosophy 120 class which is an Introduction to Logic class. Me thinks this is either going to be a really easy class, or it's going to really suck. Same with the class that I'm going to be taking in a couple of months (Its a Spring 2 class) and it's an Introductory to Sociology class. The dictionary describes it as: the science or study of the origin, development, organization, and functioning of human society; the science of the fundamental laws of social relations, institutions, etc. This could actually be a really great class, depending on the teacher. I wish Ms. Callis was teaching it. She was my Anthropology teacher last semester. She made the class great by telling stories about the subject rather than give us a bunch of definitions. Hopefully Watchel is a good teacher. Hopefully...
_Fin.
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