Guys, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be blogging on this one for a while. At least not until the 365 days of my Happy Book are up. Too much blogging!
And I'm just saying this because Ashely Arch/Stewart was like "wahhhhh why haven't you updated?!?" but she was breast feeding at the time I think - we were on f.book chat at 1 in the morning, her time zone (she's in Svitzland at current) - so I bet she was just being pissy.
Jk Ash, jk. Baby jo was asleep. Actually I'm not sure if she still takes the boob. But anyways, if you want anymore boob growing gum stories or something like that, they'll be on the happy blog. It's basically this blog. Just more themed.
Here's a link below, follow it or put it on your side bar or do whatever if you want to know when it's updated, I no care.
Jules's Happy Book Blog
February 4, 2012
January 7, 2012
Creep and Ye Shall Find
Upon locating my English class's Facebook page, I discovered that my professor (the one that instantly became my favorite the moment she suggested "Holden Caulfield As The True Douche Bag that He Is" for an excellent title to a Catcher in the Rye response paper) had a Facebook profile. I normally would feel weird looking through, but I figured she'd be hilarious, and knew that I deserved a laugh.
I found gold, people.
Quoting in her status, a student's email
"Dear Dr. *,
I'm currently enrolled in your section of [class] for Winter semester. I am trying to add another class at the same time, so I will not be there tomorrow or Friday. If I am unable to add the other class (or decide against it) I will be staying in yours. I thought you ought to know, and if I do take your class, this is my official excuse for being absent the first few days. [smiley face emoticon]
[Flamingly clueless student name]"
Her response to above student's email
Dear ******,
No, actually. It is not an official excuse for being absent. You don't get to be your own official. I appreciate your including me in your plans; however, I really need to let you know that this sort of letter--even though it is an attempt at courtesy, and included a smiley face--is tragically, staggeringly bad form. Imagine being the recipient of this. What it says, framed from my end, rather than yours, is: "Dr. *, You have won the coveted runner-up spot in my educational lottery. I won't actually come to class to see what I might be missing, since I already know I want something else more, but I also expect you to give me a shot equal to that of the students who did not avoid class, at an excellent grade, should I decide to stay. Please both disregard and respect my announced social cluelessness and give me an exception to any attendance requirements should I deign to grace the class with my presence--but not this week."
In case you had not noticed, even professors with a normally excellent sense of humor do not take kindly to this. Please drop my class and register for the other one, and have a simply spiffing time in it.
Best,
Dr. *
I found gold, people.
Quoting in her status, a student's email
"Dear Dr. *,
I'm currently enrolled in your section of [class] for Winter semester. I am trying to add another class at the same time, so I will not be there tomorrow or Friday. If I am unable to add the other class (or decide against it) I will be staying in yours. I thought you ought to know, and if I do take your class, this is my official excuse for being absent the first few days. [smiley face emoticon]
[Flamingly clueless student name]"
Her response to above student's email
Dear ******,
No, actually. It is not an official excuse for being absent. You don't get to be your own official. I appreciate your including me in your plans; however, I really need to let you know that this sort of letter--even though it is an attempt at courtesy, and included a smiley face--is tragically, staggeringly bad form. Imagine being the recipient of this. What it says, framed from my end, rather than yours, is: "Dr. *, You have won the coveted runner-up spot in my educational lottery. I won't actually come to class to see what I might be missing, since I already know I want something else more, but I also expect you to give me a shot equal to that of the students who did not avoid class, at an excellent grade, should I decide to stay. Please both disregard and respect my announced social cluelessness and give me an exception to any attendance requirements should I deign to grace the class with my presence--but not this week."
In case you had not noticed, even professors with a normally excellent sense of humor do not take kindly to this. Please drop my class and register for the other one, and have a simply spiffing time in it.
Best,
Dr. *
January 3, 2012
December 23, 2011
I'm officially in like with a boy.
His last name is Cottrell. I have no idea what his first name is. He's 20, goes to Weber State, and is super cute. Unfortunately LDS missionaries are off limits for the time being.
December 19, 2011
Sequin Sickness
Oh mercy, it's happening again. The better part of an hour has been spent wrapped up in twisted sheets, drooling over sequins. They are my weakness, worse than stunning romantic men. Truly there isn't a sequined item in this world that I don't give a double-take to.
I still remember trying on my mom's best black sequined dress, the one with the gold beaded neckline, and feeling like someday I would rock this thing out of the water. At the time, it dragged the floor and had to be stuffed with tennis balls (was in kindergarten). I think I'll try it on today too. The tennis balls still may be a necessity, as we know from my failed boob gum trial 9 posts below.
The more I am home, the more I realize people really underestimate the luxury of doing nothing.
But of all the things I can't seem to do, making a Christmas list is one of them.
Am I ill or something?
December 5, 2011
December 2, 2011
Drew Ryniewicz - What A Feeling
This is one of my favorite songs of all time. I heard it for the first time at a showstoppers event at Churchill High when I was 14. Drew absolutely killed it. The good kind of kill. No, the amazing kind.
November 27, 2011
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