Posted by psych at August 15th, 2006

Yea, thats right, another post. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this whole school thing. Time has been a bad $%^ to me over the past month. No time for fun stuff from Monday all the way to the awesome evening on Fridays. No TV. No Dota (well yea i managed to sneak some in but where the fun in sneaking some in right?) Anyway, in the past week I’ve managed both a whole 3 hours of paintball awesomeness and a @$#%load of Dota. God I love the people who install W3 on college comps. If I knew who you guys were I would …… be eternally grateful in my own special way. =) So yea Ive got time to post a few more posts now. Posting posts for the sake of posting. Sounds sensible, no? Well yeah and I wanna rant, so.. yeah. Too bad if you wanted to read something insanely insightful.

Just a little story about this little woman I like to call Dumbass Math Teacher. She is from hell. Born and raised there by angry, irritable demons (much like herself). Shes been pissing off all her classes lately with her incessant (immature I might add) complaining. Heres a little tale about her ingenuity.

Class in the pc lab. Shes right in the middle of the room asking everyone to log into the pcs. She goes on to address the invisible kindergarten children in the room,

“Class, do you know how to log into the computers? All you have to do is enter your student ID’s and password and Click On Log In. Remember, if you don’t click on it, you won’t get logged in!”
Like, c’mon lady grow a brain or something. This isnt Somalia you retard. GROW A FREEAKING BRAINN. (no offense to anyone living-doubt it, with relatives, originally from somalia etc etc there. just the first example i thought of. its gdp is as low as hell anyway so….)
Later, (after realizing she didnt know nuts about networking) she asked everyone to pay attention to her while someone went forets help. To help us pay attention we were supposed to turn off our monitors. We did so. She kept waiting and looked kinda pissed. Then kinda burst out,
” I didnt hear a *CLICK!* (while poking an imaginary monitor switch in front of her). When I asked you to turn off *CLICK!* (same poking motion) your monitors, what do you do?(Well she obviously answered her own question) You turn it OFF! *CLICK!* (you know the drill). God that was annoying. The monitors didnt even go *CLICK!*. They made a more delicate yet distinct noise. I’ll post a pic soon. She’s the proud owner of an ample ass. Can’t seem to get anyone to willingly take a pic of her.(Me wanna new phone). But where theres a will theres a way eh. People keep telling me I’m obsessed with her. But I’m not. Honest! I just have nothing better to do with my time. And all my other lecturers rock so she’s officially
THE MEAN HUGEASSED GOAT IM SCAPING.

Hehe. I have time. Ill do the story abit more. It might not be good filler, but it’s filler nonetheless so no complaining.

The nun on duty, Sister Clara, finally summed up enough courage to confront the stranger waiting in the dark at the entrance of the convent. She heard the dry autumn leaves crunching under her heavy soles as she made her way to the entrance guided only by the miniature flashlight she kept for blackouts and other emergencies.

“Hello? May I know who you are, sir?”

“Oh, so you are real. My apologies dear woman, my mind tends to wander at inopportune moments. May I interest you in my plight? I come from a vil-“

“A moment please”

Sister Clara shone the light in the stranger’s direction. The beam allowed her to closely observe the man standing on the other side of the gate. His face glistened in the beam’s presence and looked like it had seen better days; his sunken eyes and scarred skin immediately appealed to Sister Clara’s natural tendency to help the downtrodden. Without thinking and not noticing the glint of triumph cross the stranger’s worn face, she undid her unlocked the one thing keeping the nuns safe from the feral, precarious world.

Until next time

pSyCh