so.much.stress.
it’s eating me, it really is… ::chomp chomp chomp:: and this is only MIDTERMS, fuckin’ midterms, yo…which is, to say the least, considerably less stresstastic than finals. which means, i art the fucked.
and not in a good way, either.
thus, i’ve gone pretty much bugfuck all week, and done stupid things like pass the fuck out on the beanbag chair and spend an inordinate amount of time playing with .css code that does precious little aside from managing to add ugliness to an otherwise fucktacular johnny depp picture. balls. i am happy with how that turned out though (the background image) minimal time in photoshop to make it all purty-like.
hmmm…let’s see, i may or may not have told my math CA that i love his shirt today, which only serves to make him think i’m even *more* of a blithering idiot. (then again, he does grade my problem sets, so he probably is already well aware of that fact)
also, my bio TF wears the same outfit for every section; black, long-sleeved tshirt and these blue jeans with distinctively distracting and odd pockets. they have little flaps on them, and buttons like pockets you’d find in the front of overalls or on a jean jacket…not like standard back pockets. and so, i always wind up staring at them, puzzling over why in god’s name they’re designed as such. every time he walks by or lectures or writes something on the board or whatever…i stare.
so basically, i’m spending an inordinate amount of time fixated on my TF’s ass. it is, however, not necessarily all that spectacular an ass. actually, the pockets are exceptionally unflattering, from an ass standpoint. so he it’s not all his fault — then again, he presumably purchased the jeans in question and wears them as if they’re goin’ out of style (they were most likely never in, or i’d hope not). and he says “zed” for the letter Z. i think he’s from canada, actually…i vaguely remember him and the hot hot boy who transferred out of our section talking about things canadian and such. anyway, he thinks “zee” sounds weird because he’s used to the globalized pronunciation whereas everyone else is more acclimated to the americanized standard.
blah blah blah.
x, y, zee
x, y, zed
…pick your poison, dear.
