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notes from my favourite place in the world.
For some reason I have really fallen in love with Hadabist........can’t wait for him to outsmart his very own family. Well at least that’s the plan.............
McCotton #SPOILERS
Did anyone else die a little inside suddenly, when McCotton became just Mc because Cotton died???
okay michael grant introduce me to a new character
that's totally fine
oh cool he's on a plane
with his dad
he has a sister that's nice
oh man what happened to mummy
okay whats wrong with the plane
kelly better wake her ass up
nononononononono
OPEN THE FUCKING DOOOOOOORRRR
YES ITS OPEN
kelly....
stone you can do it YOU CAN DO IT
dad.....
what do you mean 'way too fast'
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE ACTUALLY IN THE STADIUM
WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WERE SMASHED INTO JELLY'
WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'IN A CUP OF COORS LIGHT'
...
that's okay mr. grant
i don't really need my feels anyway
nope
didn't need them
never even really felt like eating this soup either
he interesting thing about the fund, which will be led by 500 Startups designer Enrique Allen, is that it won't just invest in designers, but be funded by designers. The fund is looking for designers, presumably with startup success under their belt, to put in at least $50,000 each into the fund. Allen wants to recruit 50 investors into the fund, which will then invest in 50 startups.
Victoria McLure
...is an uppity old hag who teaches English out at South Plains College. She's probably in her late 40s, early 50s, and she is also a feminist nut. How do we know these things?
For one thing, she's my English teacher, and far from the best one I've ever had. Currently, I'm averaging 56% in the class. This is the lowest grade I have ever (FUCKING EVAHR!) had in school. Now I am not saying I am not partially to blame for this, (As everyone knows, students should be able to read their "professor"s mind), but the fact that her instructions are vague and unhelpful are, well.... Unhelpful.
Her age and feminist retardery became apparent when she sent a mass email to the class, (my English course is online), bitching us out and calling all of us "sexist" for referring to her as "Mrs" rather than "Dr". I thought to myself,
"Wait wait wait wait wait.... What woman calls that disrespectful and sexist?"
Clearly this woman is getting late in years, and has not, or is no longer, married. (My God do I feel sorry for the poor guy that had to put up with her before, assuming she was at some point married). This also apparent by her stating that she often spends her weekends in the office, making sarcastic posts on Blackboard.
Seriously, who the fuck does that?
Last week, we had to turn in our first paper. The week prior, she wanted us to turn in an outline. However, as per the usual with this woman, the instructions were vague, so half of the class turned in a draft, and the other half turned in an outline. Apparently she wanted an outline, though it specifically stated DRAFT in numerous places. She sent out a mass email stating that she "doesn't have time to grade 40 drafts". I'm sitting there thinking to myself,
"You spend your weekends in your office. What else could you possibly have to do with your time? Fap at your desk to the new edition of the $200 textbook you made us buy?" Maybe Ill drop off a 36 pack of AAAs at her office at the end of the semester....
And now, as I sit here staring at Blackboard, rereading her instructions again and again looking for trace of actual instructions, listening to easy listening music to avoid sending this woman hate mail, I ponder how I'm going to be able to stomach four more months of this bullshit. I've only been in class for about four weeks, but I already hope and pray to God that she gets hit by a train, caught in a fire, stabbed, or beaten to death with a rusty shovel... It helps me sleep at night