That douche bag...

August 30, 2001 | 02:11 PM

I have never before a teacher use the term "douche bag" before, until yesterday. Last night I hiked over to the building next door for my last psych class, found the room, and sat down. About five or ten minutes later, the proffessor walks in. She's from India, and has somewhat of an accent. I can understand her really well, though. Funny as hell... she was talking about relationships, and asked if anyone in the class ever put up with a boy/girlfriend even though they wanted to break it off. Then she said something like, "Sometimes you just have to stand up and be honest. Just say, no, you're a douch bag and I don't wanna be your girlfriend." In jest, of course, but it's funny to hear that from someone who's got a PhD from Standford. Nice.

Tomorrow I go home for the weekend, so I'll be able to do updates and stuff from there. Like I have any updates! My guestbook is so lonely... my little hit counter thing says I get plenty of visitors, but nobody leaves me any notes or anything! Bleh. I want e-mail. Either that, or money. Maybe a kiss. <3

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