my name's Laura and I eat bug candy.
happy moment of my day? when i walked out of work at 6pm and it was still light out.
Spring, I anxiously await your arrival.
I want to go away. Not just on a little vacation. I just did that for the past 4 days. I want to go away for months. I want to be away from this place for a number of months. It's not going to happen for many different reasons. But that's what I really really want.
everyday should be as nice as today.
So my Sociology professor is starting to grow on me. The first time I met him, i wanted to get out of that class as soon as possible. But I decided to stick it out and deal with him. I'm glad I did because the discussions we have in that class are actually pretty interesting. And he's a dick yes, but he's only a dick to people that deserve it...and there are plenty of people like that in my class.
We were having a discussion the other about how gender affects how you are viewed in society. He began by talking about how men are supposed to be all masculine, strong, take the lead, etc. But then he started talking about how men act within a relationship with a woman..and goes "Ladies..it's simple. All you have to do pretend that your boyfriend/husband is severely handicapped. So next time he does something stupid, or the next time you're talking to him, just keep in mind that he is severely handicapped. That's just how we are."
The warm weather recently has really motivated me to be productive. I'm just not motivated to do anything when it's cold outside. The cold weather makes me not want to get out of bed and just stay home all day. Hopefully this warm weather will be sticking around. It's also so much more pleasant to walk around campus when it's 50 degrees, compared to 10 degrees.
Coming Soon to a livejournal near you..
"What's That Smell?"
It's been a while since I've actually written a meaningful entry here. I definetly think it's time for Laura's Update on Life.
It snowed a lot on Saturday. So Saturday night Sara, Christine, Jay and myself went out and played in the snow. We walked all around, had snowball fights, pushed eachother into mounds of snow, climbed up huge mountains of snow and rolled down. Then Jay went home and Sara, Christine and I headed back to my house where we ate the most delicious waffle fries ever. It was getting late and the storm seemed to be getting worse and my house was so warm and my couch was soo comfortable ;) so sara and christine just crashed at my house for the night. The next morning my mom made breakfast and the three of us watched a Lifetime movie. It was a very excellent way to end off Winter Break.
School started back up on Monday. I dislike that school so much. My Math class is good because it's early in the morning at 7:50 so there is barely anyone on campus yet and my professor is really nice and she teaches very well. English is okay, it's going to be a lot of writing, which I like to do. Reading, my professor is incredibly boring. Then there is Sociology. My Sociology professor is a dick and very arrogant. I would drop the class and try to get another one, but right now my schedule is perfect that I never have to wait around on campus or leave the campus and come back. So i figured I would give this man 2 1/2 hours of my week and just deal with him. He doesn't give any tests or any homework. He only assigns 2 papers for the entire semester and your grade is based on those papers. So I can do that.
Last semester was good b/c I had a class that related to what I want to do for a living. It was bad because it was sooo much work and my schedule was really spread out. The only reason this semester is any good is because all my classes are one right after the other and the latest I'm ever there is 1:45PM.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't these supposed to be some of the best years of our lives? Personally, I've had better years...much better years! College is supposed to be difficult, yes...but at the same time it's supposed to be fun. Maybe if I went to a school that I actually liked, things would be better. I think so, yes.