Bleh

I'm tired. (surprise surprise) We had *yet* another guest speaker in class today, and it was like, Snorefest 5000. A lot of the slides were the kind of art that makes you go "why the hell is *that* art?" I guess I'm not a "real" artist, since I'm so concerned with realism and functionality. ;p

I have a psych experiment at 11... wooo-hoo. I hope it's as easy as the one I did yesterday.

Bahaha.

I flummoxed myself as far as what experiments required what, so I went to today's experiment with eye makeup on, thinking that *tomorrow* was the one that I couldn't wear it for, when it was in fact, today. Nice one, sluggah. ;p

I like the word "flummoxed." So much so that I'm willing to use it in a way that may very well be improper usage, just for the excuse to use it at all. (see above paragraph) ::lol::

I think it's time to console myself with a hot lunch and a cheese roll. That's a roll with cheese baked into it, not a rolled-up cheese thingy. They were only $0.85 at Grateful Bread when I was in the EMU using the ATM, so I just couldn't pass that up. Food is friend. :D

I should mention that...

I. HATE. Those blasted DHTML scrolling things! HATE THEM!

I just saw a page that used the DHTML scrolling things in a FRAMES layout. Gotta write that one down for "How to Crash as Many Browsers as Possible in Three Easy Steps." :ppppp

I'm bored.

What else is new? ;p

Somewhat-Brutal Honesty Hour #6

I haven't done one of these in a while, and I have something to bitch about, so here we go!

Put some freakin' CLOTHES on already!

Okay, so the weather outside has been the roasty-toasty, bright and shiny, melt-your-face-off kind of weather, and I understand that it's hot outside, but for some reason, people take that as an excuse to veer sharply towards nudity in public places. And let me tell you, it is GROSS.

Now, don't get me wrong, it's not as though I haven't ever appreciated a well-built shirtless guy in my day, because I have. But for every nicely-toned fellow out there, there are tons of scary-ass people who insist on parading around half-naked and acting like they're hot shit because of it.

What the hell is the mystique about being naked in front of other people?? And I especially don't understand the attraction for those who have nasty bodies. I mean, yeah, I don't have the world's best body or anything (granted, it's not horrible either... I actually consider myself rather well-proportioned in my semi-stockiness), but you also won't see me joining the floppy booby tribe and running around in a stupid Old Navy halter top and micro-shorts.

So let me just say this: No, Mister "I Only *Think* I Can Play Ball", I do *not* want to see your out-of-shape gut hanging out over your trousers. No, Little Miss "Please Ogle Me and My Tube Top", I do *not* want to see your goddamned nipples. PUT THAT AWAY. Thanks.