My Farewell

So I went-a-counting, and I only have to make one more post. Just one more, and this is it. I guess I am following the trend here, but it is going to be on my final thoughts about the class and blogging. 

I enjoyed this class. I mean, Tuesdays and Thursdays I only had two classes, but knowing that I had english class next made Calculus a little bit less of a drag.  At orientation, the only reason I signed up for the class was because the advisor there helping me really wanted me to take another tuesday/thursday class, and it was the only TAP class listed with a spot left.  The title sounded pretty cool, and I saw that it counted for my english requirement. And I really wanted to take a TAP class. I'm glad I did, because it was nice and small and open and I actually got to hear everyone else's opinions most. It was my only class that wasn't made up of boring lectures two or three times a week. 

In our final class when people were talking about what they liked/disliked, I was surprised to hear how many of you guys never blogged before. I remember back in the 7th grade when everyone had Xanga. Everyday after school we would post about our new lip gloss flavor, or the game we just found on Neopets, or cheat codes we found for the Sims. Those were the days.  I mean, I had my own AOL screename since I was four years old, so I guess I was a little bit ahead of the times...

When I got to this class, I realized I could no longer write posts about lip gloss, games, or gossip about the girls in our class we didn't like. I guess that is one of the reasons it was so tedious to blog every week. There was never something interesting and new to post about every day. In seventh grade, all the girls in our class (basically the audience of my blog) wore lip gloss, played neopets, and the sims, and liked to talk bad about the other girls we didn't like, so there was a common ground.  6 years later in this class, our class never really had a common ground on what we liked reading posts about, so the majority of blogs were filled with funny videos, and our own thoughts. 

I never would have considered anything I read online to be literature. I mean, this blog is certainly not literature.. and my old Xanga from  my junior high days most certainly is not literature... but still, the online stuff that I would consider literature is pretty cool after all. I'm glad I was opened up to this sort of stuff.

Now that the semester is over, I am going to miss this course. All the people in it were great, and so was our professor. To be honest, I think we are all going to see the death of our blogs. I don't think any of us are actually going to continue blogging. Now that its all over, and we never have to do dumb blog tallies again, blogging doesn't seem too bad after all. But I certainly won't be doing it.

Best of Luck to everyone (if there is anyone) actually reading this blog

You Know You Need Sleep When...

... something like this makes you laugh like a hyena. 

I probably won't get to bed for another 2 or 3 more hours, as i still have 3 million years of early hominid evolution left to memorize, and I unsure as to how many more posts I have to make before I can say goodbye to English class forever, so this video will probably be on repeat a few more times.  I would like to  also add in a public apology to my roommate. 

When i saw the title of this, i thought it would be a hamster running across a piano and banging all the keys, but to my surprise it was actually something cute. 

"Hamster on a piano! Hamster on a piano! Hamster on a piano! Eatin' popcorn on a piano! Hamster on a ..."

I hope it gets stuck in your head now, as it is stuck in mine. 

FAIL!

Haha, so as I was writing my last post, about how I am such a failure that I resorted to writing a paper when I could have done something cool, I was thinking about failing in general. I might possibly fail my biological anthropology final. I will probably just pass my calculus final, but now that I said that I think I will pass I probably jinxed myself and will fail.

I am SUCH  a procrastinator that I am THE loser who types random things in on google in hopes of finding something cooler to read. (as you probably found out in my other post about how how i found the hatebook)

I was thinking about failing, and i was thinking about english, and what do i find on google? The english fail blog! a BLOG! one of the major themes of our english class. That itself made me excited that i found it. Besides the fact that a few of them are actually funny. 

It is basically a site where people took pictures of signs and stuff with horrible grammar/ spelling. Hence the title "english fail blog" and the subtitle, "user-submitted failpictures of the English language. Now that I think about it, most of these are pretty stupid. I think i only found some of these funny because I  am getting slightly delirious thinking about posting and then having to go memorize the names of australopithecines and other pre homind species, the types of teeth they had, and the hill in Africa they were found on.

Anyway, if anyone is actually still reading this long post, or this blog in general now that class is over, have a look at the english fail blog. Not a very good blog, but still better than mine. 

www.englishfailblog.com

was there a required post?

So heres the deal: I don't actually remember if we were assigned a required post or not. I mean out of 6 that we were supposed to do, there should have been one right? Being that i don't know if we had a required post, i certainly don't know what the topic of it was supposed to be. Following the trend of everyone else who had to make up 6 posts this week, I'll just write a post about that final project we had to do.

At the beginning of the semester, when we got our syllabus, I was excited for that digital story we would have to make. I was not looking forward to the next project listed, the 26 lies/1 truth one, but then i saw that the final project could be anything! I was certain that I would enjoy making the digital story, and way back in September I figured I would do that for the final project as well, many months later in December.

Then Thanksgiving came, and the time i DID NOT spend posting, i wasn't thinking of ideas for my project either. 

Then school started again, and I got to class with no material at all to work on my project with during class. That day, I had to resort to the last thing.

The paper.

The paper = my worst enemy.

All through high school I hated english, because we had to read boring books, and then write boring papers on them. For example, Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter. What a bore. I knew that I would be able to find some better class to fulfill my college english requirement with, and I did.  On Computers! Who even knew electronic literature was out there? 

With exposure to all these cool/not cool digital formats in English class, what did i do for my final project? The last thing I would ever have to do for my last English class I would ever be forced to take? Write a stinkin' paper. Just like high school English all over again. Honors American Literature might have possibly ruined me.  I could have done something cool and creative. I used to be creative. Now I should just go bury myself in a hole or something. Go find that chick from Slice. I don't actually remember what her name was. I can't believe I let myself resort to a stinkin' paper.

hatebook

If you are like me, you are hating yourself right now for taking horribly boring classes that are so boring that you can't find the motivation to open the textbook and read. You haven't gotten much sleep the past week because of stress/papers/tests. Its finals time, and even though I have been in my room the past few days studying (and procrastinating some), I can't help looking out the window and seeing the outside world is full of people, or signing on AIM/stalking friends away messages and seeing that they actually have time to be social this weekend and go out rather than stay inside and study.

Am i the only one? Do others just not care enough to study, or is this actually really easy and I just procrastinated too much so now I'm stuck studying when everybody else knows the material by heart? For some reason I couldn't find anything else to procrastinate with and simply typed in "i hate finals" on google. I got linked to this site ALL about hatred called the hate book. It kind of makes you feel a little bit better about yourself  like postsecret does.

Heres a lovely excerpt:

I hate that someone found MY study spot in the library. It is completely isolated-1 table, 1 chair and a bunch of books, and not surrounded by a bunch of tables full of loud gum-chomping idiots so that means that my spot is QUIET. I hate that its the ONLY ONE in the library! I HATE it when I get to the library and I'm all psyched to study and get to my spot and SOMEONE IS THERE! 

I want to smash their head into the table multiple times and mess up their stupid note card study system. 

Where the fuck am I supposed to study now twat?!I hate you person sitting at my table with your stupid laptop and highlighters! You have neckfat and no one likes neckfat-ha! 

I hate that it makes me mad and they are probably only there because its finals week. I HATEFINALS TOO! Dec 12 3:50 PM MST

This makes me feel really good about myself. I'm not alone in this world. For more  from people are hating on finals, college in general, or anything from "gay" to politics, check out www.hatebook.com

new favorite show

I don't know if any of you loyal readers of mine watch Californication, or if you all even exist, but if you do exist, and don't watch the show, you should start.

The basic premise of the show is that David Duchovny is a self-loathing writer who recently moved from NY to LA, and hates it. Since moving to LA he has ruined his relationship with the woman he loves, and has a daughter with. After that relationship ends and his ex meets a new (much less entertaining) guy, Duchovny becomes a sex addict, what some would call an alcoholic, and a mild drug user. Hilarity ensues.

I have been hard-pressed to find a show that makes me laugh harder than the first seasons of Entourage and Weeds, but I think that Califonication has done it. The first few episodes of this show are probably the funniest episodes of any show I've seen. 

The real hilarity about this show, though, is that David Duchovny actually checked himself into rehab somewhat recently, because, apparently, the show isn't that far off from reality.

The cynical, hateful, sarcastic banter and commentary that Duchovny and the other characters supply is easily some of the best dialogue on television. It helps that the show is on Showtime, and therefore can include just about the most foul, offensive things it wants. (That is not to say that the goal of the show is to be as foul and offensive as possible, rather it's just that they need not hold back.)

Check this show out.