We Have A Love/Hate Relationship...And Right Now I Hate You

Warning: I will be saying "fuck" a lot. You have been sufficiently warned. That is all...

Well, I will never be going to graduate school. My GPA is not high enough, and today I got called lazy by a teacher. Now, how the FUCK is someone who takes 17 credit hours in a 13 week period fucking lazy? Answer me that!!! Granted I had problems with it, it wasn't because of lazyiness, it's because one of my teachers was too busy working on her graduate degree to actually teach us anything, two of my classes were in PC which, I know now, was a bad idea to drive back and forth once a week to go to, and one of my classes changed the date of the fucking final without telling anyone and I had the fucking flu!!! Like I could fucking help that!!! Ugh!!!

So, because I'm only "average" and not "good" I will never be able to further my education. Fuck that! That's is so fucking wrong!!! Just because someone doesn't have a 3.0 average as an undergrad, doesn't mean that they're going to flunk out of graduate school. Give me a fucking chance. People say not to compare yourself to others, but society does it all the fucking time. Because Student A did bad, obviously I'm going to be a fuck-up too...I mean, c'mon!!!

The president of the fucking country was an "average" student, and he's above all you professor-fucks! Now, you try and tell the president of the fucking country that he can't go back to school and get a fucking masters degree...go on and try it! Fuck!!!

Ugh! So my GPA was a 2.something before the summer semester sent it plummetting into the abyss...that doesn't mean that had I taken less classes that it would have. For all you fucks know, I could have gotten all A's had the circumstances surrounding the semester not happened. Then my GPA would be higher. So, because of life situations and incompetent teachers (which you fucks hired, mind you!!!) I have to be penalized for the rest of my fucking life? Because of one fucking semester I can never attain higher education!!! Fuck you, you arrogant fucks!!!

I don't think I should be excluded because of a fucking number. How can one number haunt me so much??? Does my GPA have some real world significance that I have yet to be told about? Can I not get a job anywhere but McDonald's or scrubbing toilets without having a certain GPA? Because, I don't fucking think so!!! Just because I don't stack up to your standards of what you fucks think a "good" student should be, why the fuck should I get left behind?? I am good at what I fucking do. I am. Who the fuck cares if I can bubble in answers on a scan-tron sheet? Who the fuck cares if I can cram information into my brain for hours, just regergitate it on a piece of paper, and then to forget it as soon as I turn in the paper? Who the fuck cares who the father of Criminology is? Does that have anything to do with processing a fucking crime scene or arresting a murderer? No, I don't fucking think so. So, just because I don't do good on your fucking standardized tests, means that I am fucking "average". Well, FUCK YOU! You show me to a crime scene and I can pick out the evidence that I bet you would never have fucking seen!! There have been homework assignments that I have asked questions about, that the teacher has told me they didn't fucking know the answers!! So, what does that say about your fucking standards!!!

Ok, fine. Have it your way, fuckers. I don't want to spend anymore time than I have to with you douche bags anyway. So, after April 27, 2006 I will bid you all farewell forever. You won't be able to fuck me over anymore. I'll get on with my life, and the magic GPA number that you're so fucking attached to can sit in a filing cabinet and gather dust for eternity. So long, fuckers!!!

Britney Marie

No, Not Me! I Can't Believe It Happened To Me...ME!!!

I can't believe I did this yesterday. Without even realizing it, I went to my courts class wearing socks with flip-flops! Ick, yeah I know. On the other hand, they were toe socks, so that makes it better...at least a little bit....right? *shudders*
Britney Marie

Shop Smart, Shop S-Mart

I cannot believe it. I have been working on ONE piece of homework for FIVE HOURS!!! It's a piece that I was supposed to do for Forensics last semester (I'm getting a chance to change my grade in the class.). So, I'm trying my best to get the three homework assignments done and the two reflection questions. I've already done Reflection Question 4 & Homework 08...Now I just have Reflection Question 5 and Homework 09 & 10. Ok, gotta get back to work...I just want to get this done and over with.
Britney Marie

You're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat

I can't sleep so I'm up watching "Jaws" and trying to figure out what to watch next. Ricky and I have been watching a lot of movies lately. We watched "V For Vendetta" last night, "Final Destination 3", "Silent Hill" and "United 93". I really liked "United 93" but that movie (to me at least) is more depressing than "Schindler's List"! And that's hard to beat! I think it's because I remember 9/11, and was not even thought about during the Holocaust.
Everyone should go out and rent it. (United 93)

Britney Marie

Every Little Pat On the Shoulder For Attention Fails to Mention I Still Hate You

I never thought I would get here...but you are reading the blog of a college senior. I swear I never thought I would make it to be a senior in college. This time next year I should be a college graduate. Hello $10,000!!! (I get $10,000 upon graduating FSU) That really is the only thing that has kept my eye on the prize. Lord knows, FSU itself had nothing to do with it. I am so ready to be done with college. I'm going to get my B.A. and attempt my M.A...I want my PhD, but that is going to take some time.
Alrighty, shower time.
Britney Marie

I'm Just A Notch In Your Bedpost, But You're Just A Line In A Song

In the past few days, three things have stood out to me. 1) People don't know how to STFU in the movie theaters, 2) Health food is taking over, and 3) Other drivers never cease to amaze me.

Ok, number one (with a bullet). If you're going to go to the movie theater, at least have the common decency to keep you retarded mouth shut! I did not pay my 8 bucks to hear how you feel about the movie, the "hott" actress, or anything else that may be expelled out of your moronic mouth. I paid my cash to see the movie in SILENCE. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind if people whisper. There is a difference between whispering to the person next to you, and just out-right talking to everyone. Ok, now. If you are the type of person who happens to talk through movies and no one seems to care, fine. But, the second someone asks you to "please be quiet" then do so. If you don't, I guarantee it will prompt someone to get the overwhelming urge to take their soda and popcorn (yes, the same soda and popcorn they paid 20 bucks and their first born child for) and pour it on top of your head. I GUARANTEE this goes through their mind...now whether or not, the person has the capacity to deny themselves that sweet, sweet impusle, is a different story. Lucky for a loudmouth jerk in Panama City, I have control. Sometimes I really wish I didn't.
On to the second thing I've noticed. I was at Wal-Mart this evening purchasing groceries and I was on the macaroni and cheese aisle. Ok, the only mac 'n' cheese I buy is the shapes/spirals ( I think it's because I never got these as a child, just the regular mac 'n' cheese...but I digress). And now you can only get spirals or Scooby Doo because all the other shapes are that crappy "Super Mac 'n' Cheese" Have any of you actually tried that crap? It's awful! The noodles are like whole grain and with the low fat cheese powder (or whatever) it just tastes bland with a bad aftertaste. Later, I was traveling down the snack aisle and was trying to find the Goldfish. The "healthy eaters" have taken over the snack food too!! They didn't have any of the small bags of goldfish in the plain kind, they had some kind of whole grain goldfish! WTF?? This is getting ridiculous. These people who are making all food healthier are denying me my right to get fat. As an American, I have certain rights, and that is one that I want to keep! Health food people, STOP TAKING OVER EVERYTHING!
Third, this one is just amusing. When I was leaving Wal-Mart and driving home, I got stopped at a red light. Ok, there was a car, STOPPED next to me. The light is RED. The left turn arrow turns green. The car next to me (he's not in the turn lane) is still STOPPED because he see's the light for us is still RED. Then, like some cars do, he slowly crept up assuming the light was about to turn green...well it didn't. So, he just went right through the red light like it was a gree light. It didn't turn for another good ten seconds, there's no way he thought it was green! Like I said, people never cease to amaze me with their inability to do a simple task, such as driving.
In other news, I got called "old lady" today. While at Wal-Mart (which I do realize is not exactly where the geniuses of the area congregate...), a little kid (he looked like 5 or 6) passes me and says, "Hey old lady." I thought to myself...I'm only 20, I'm not old! Grrr! Freakin' Kids!
Britney Marie

If You're Going Through Hell...You Might Get Out Before The Devil Even Knows You're There

I had the worst fucking day today.

First, I get up late because I have trouble sleeping at night for some reason. I'll sleep two hours, wake up, and be wide awake for hours, then get tired again around four am and go back to bed. Tylenol PM does not help like it used to.

Second, because I get up late there are more people at the college than I anticipated. So, I go up to the fourth floor Financial Aid to recieve the Delayed Delivery Loan (I need a fucking loan so we can get groceries this month because my VA check STILL has not even been processed, but that's another bad day a few weeks ago I declined to mention...but I digress) that I was promised yesterday on the telephone with the only competant person working in the F.A. office. So, I get there, and as soon as I go to get on the elevator, a group of people get on with me...where are they headed? Financial Aid! And who gets off the elevator first? They do! So, now I gotta wait in line behind all these parents who came to visit the campus for their spoiled rotton children. These people did absolutely no research on F.A. before they got there because they were being handed FAFSA forms and having to be explained how to fill them out, when to turn them in, finding out most people already were awarded money for the fall term, and then not comprehending this. Oh, and there were only two people working the counter...the rest of the "staff" was sitting in the back room, looking at the line behind the glass door. Fuckers.

Alright, so I finally get up to the counter, and the trainee that got me had no idea what I was talking about. After a few minutes of explaining to her my phone conversation the day before, she finally looks up my info, sees the note the competant worker wrote, then refers me to her supervisor. She directs me to room 4430. I go back there and there is a sweater on the chair, and a note saying to go to room 4429. Now, the door to 4429 is closed. Normally when an office door is closed, no one is working there. So, I try to find someone and tell them this, and they tell me to go to room 4430...I tell them about the note on the door, again, and the tell me to go to the office across the hall...which would be 4429. Ugh! Luckily, as I was walking by 4429 the door opens, and the lady walks out. I hand her my paperwork and she tells me there are people in line ahead of me. So, now I sit and wait for twenty fucking minutes (I'm already supposed to be on the road to Panama City, mind you!) She gets to me finally and takes FOREVER to print a check. Ok, printing a check is not rocket science! If it were, this lady would be in a whole heap of trouble! I swear, a trained monkey could do a better job than everyone in the F.A. office at FSU!

After all that fun, I get sent downstairs, luckily there is no line. He asks for my FSU card, swipes it, and it doesn't work. The stripe doesn't work on anything. So, he's gotta look up my information, verify it, then FINALLY give me my check!!

By this time it is 11:30am my time. I was going to be in PC by this time, but Nooooo! Ok, so the reason I wanted to be in PC so early was because I was supposed to get a call from friends in Forensics so we could all take our test together. I wanted to be in town so I could meet up with them, and they wouldn't have to wait on me to get into town. Now, because I was getting on the road so late I tried to make up time on the interstate. Aparently that was a big fucking mistake! About 12:15 my time, I get pulled over by a State Trooper for doing 89 in a 70. It's almost a $200 ticket. Now, as mentioned before, money is not being kind to Ricky and I now...and a speeding ticket is probably not the best thing for me to have gotten. Fucking cop!

Alright, so after I politely thank the cop for my ticket (I kid you not, I actually thanked the fucker!) I look in my cupholder, and I see...ANTS! Yes, ants in my car. There were only five of them. I never saw anymore of them. But in my current mental condition because of the aggitation of the day this just added to the pile of shit on me.

I get into town, deposit my check, and still haven't heard from anyone from UCSI. I decided to go ahead to the college to see if maybe they were there. They were. They had already started on the test. So, I came in, sat in the back, did my own test, and left. Dr. Nute saw me, but who fucking cares. I met my mom, went to lunch, then traveled back to Tallahassee.

I thought I actually might have done decent on my test too. Nope. Fucking figures. I got a 68. Class average was a 90. I am so fucking pissed and upset it's no wonder I can't sleep. I can never manage to get anything over a C in anything I do in college. People don't hire people with a C average. People hire people with an A average. People with a C average in college end up asking "would you like fries with that" "may I take your order" or "thank you, come again" for the rest of their lives.

I think Relient K might have been onto something with their song "College Kids"...
"Someone please save us, us college kids, What my parents told me is what I did. They said go to school and be a college kid, But in the end I questioned why I did.
I'm poor, I'm starving, I'm flat broke, I've got no cash to spend. Sell all my books for front row tickets to Dave Matthews Band. My girlfriends at another school I know this year will test her, I called, found out she had 3 other boyfriends last semester.
And thats why I say. Oh no, not for me, not for me. Call it torture, call it university. No, arts and crafts is all I need. I'll take caligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree.
80 grand later I found out that all I had learned, Is that you should show up to take your finals and your midterms. The party scene has gotten me, I think its sick and twisted. The navy showed up at my dorm and claimed that I enlisted.
And thats why I say. Oh no, not for me, not for me. Call it torture, call it university. No, arts and crafts is all I need. I'll take caligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree.
Dont get excited, she'll say "no" without a doubt you see. And I've decided college girls just wont go out with me. They make me nervous, and they always catch me off my guard. Like cell phone service I drop out cause college is too hard
It's time to call my father. 'Cause its his alma mater. Good grades aren't what they seem. I think he knows the dean. It's time to call my father. 'Cause its his alma mater. He said hes proud of me. But college always was his dream. And I would always say its not for me.
And thats why I say. Oh no, not for me, not for me. Call it torture, call it university. No, arts and crafts is all I need. I'll take caligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree.
Phi, beta, delta, kappa. Do what will make you happy. Do what you feel is right. Only but one thing matters. Learn how to live your life. Do what will make God happy. Do what you feel is right only the one thing matters, Learn how to live your life."

I'm gunna go make pancakes now.

Britney Marie