Monday, January 21, 2008

as i write it....to where i am....

seriously, katie bondurant is to blame for this whole charade.

my original excuse was that i didn't have time because my life is consumed with school. but let's get real here: i'll do anything to put off studying. so then, i phased in complaining that my life was not interesting enough for other people to read about. this was much more effective, largely due to the aforementioned studying i do "all" the time.

oh, and for future reference, any word enclosed with "" indicates high levels of sarcasm.

then i wrote an email to the old monterrey's mondays crew (holla) and realized how much i had to update them on, and how much i couldn't even fit in the email. even though i spend approx 6 hours a day in davenport 305 and i only know 36 people in the city of chattanooga--including my professors, which officially makes me a loser-- it doesn't mean that there aren't things going on in my life.

for example, i have a professor who literally ends 73% of his sentences with some version of "as you do that. " (clarification: this is a direct quote, so it's not sarcastic. i'm not a fan of hard and fast rules.) sometimes it's "as you work that" , sometimes "as to where we are", or my personal favorite "what am i talking about as i talk about that?" it's hysterical. sometimes i cannot control myself in class when he goes on a tear like "as we work it to where we are in a working profession."

what??

and he can't NOT say it. it's a compulsion. this man literally has a disease. i've personally identified it and named it EPPD: Explosive Prepositional Phrase Disorder. it's similar to Turrett's, except minus the inappropriate-ness. WebMD or Dr. Phil or someone else important is investigating as we speak. i'm expecting a large check soon.

so there. it's not much, but it's something. i mean, i'll probably be telling stories about this man for the rest of my life. it's the little things that make me happy, i guess.

oh, and we're working on a plan to video this particular phenomenon. cross your fingers. if it happens, you better believe it'll be on here.