My English Professor is Oblivious and Narcissistic and I think she's retarded.

I feel much better today.

Last night, shortly after I wrote that post and had been working on some math homework, my brother called and wanted to hang-out.

PERFECT TIMING, my brother.

So, I finished up my homework and freshened up and we hung-out. He doesn't have a DVD player and bought 'End of the Century,' a Ramones documentary, a while back before his broke and has been wanting to watch it. He's always trying to get me to bring my DVD player over so we can watch it, cos I love the Ramones a whole, whole bunch.

However, my brother has television and I do not have my television hooked-up to receive channels, (slightly on purpose, as well as, slightly due to laziness,) and when I walked in the door, 'Dancing with the Stars' was on.

I have never seen this show. Not a single solitary time. I'm not big on reality television, let alone television. However, seeing it was like an extra-special treat and I told him to leave it on and we'd watch that before the movie.

So, we did.

I think Marlee Matlin, (is that how you spell her name?) should win. She's fucking hot, she fucking shakes her gazongas, and she is so, so, so extremely kind. I was not really impressed with anyone else except for Shannon Elizabeth, (is that how you spell her name?) However, I thought her outfit was a little gaudy. Other than that SHE should definitely get second place, cos she shakes her hips, despite what those assholes say, and she really gets into it and it's so entertaining and her partner danced with FOOD POISONING. Amazing. Everyone else sucked. I thought Kristi Yamaguchi's dance was blah. I don't care how precise it was. It was boring. And so not sexy and so not fun. Besides, her preciseness comes from being a FIGURE SKATER. And I loved her as a figure skater. So, it's not that I didn't like her talents in her given field. But, for this show. Marlee should win and now my brother has to keep me informed.

And then we were hungry so we went for tacos across the street. My brother didn't want to eat there, but I did, so we did. And he had a great time and enjoyed himself. And he was jealous of the fajitas that I ordered. 'Your leftovers look so much better than mine,' he said. Ha-ha.

Of course, I allowed him to pick off my plate the whole time because they give you a shit ton of food.

Then he wanted to go to the liquore store. So, we went to the liquor store.

We bought these little pink cans of raspberry beer. It was the weirdest thing. My brother didn't like it, even though he picked it out. But, I did.

And he bought this cherry ale, but we didn't open that. He'll have to let me know if it's something I would like.

Anyhow, we watched the movie and I learned SO many things about the Ramones that I did not know.

And I got my mind off things.

And now tomorrow I have to go to English class and worry about whether my fucking English teacher overheard my therapy session because I mistakenly chose to take advantage of the FREE therapy at school which AT LEAST I TRIED IT.

I am not giving up on my New Year's Resolution to get my ass into therapy before the end of the year. But, this first attempt at it, (with TWO therapists,) was not my boat of tea. Yep, I said boat of tea.

And I don't know why.

My brother's band is playing a couple of gigs this summer out-of-town at ISU and in St. Louis and he's going to try and have me come along apparently in some way. So, depending on what my job situation is during that time, we'll see what happens.

This is a different band then the one that I went to a gig for on Friday night. This one is with a girl I used to work with who I refer to as Lil.

And Lil's old roommate.

We'll call him Pot.

I don't really know Pot. But, Pot has a cute, cute girlfriend.

And Lil, well, Lil has lots of girlfriends.

And my brother is the drummer.

I went and saw them a few Wednesdays ago. After not having seen them since their first show and they've come a long way in a year, or whatever it's been.

I have a research paper due on Monday that has to be 8-10 pages long that I have not started.

I'm not worried about writing something interesting that can fill nine pages. I really don't have a problem with that.

I just have a problem speaking in language that sounds all uptight and like my shit is better than your shit kind of a way. I have a problem with that.

That's what most academic papers sound like to me.

So, I'm going to have to write something somewhere in between.

And I'm fine with that.

Though, I really want an A.

But, if I don't start it soon, I am sure that it will be a B, because I will just not care about re-wording sentences so it sounds like it came from another human being.

If I didn't blog and have a very distinct voice in which my words are so used to coming from it wouldn't mean so much to me.

When I was in college the first time, I never had a problem with this.

But, now, ....NOW I have a problem with it.

Whatever.

I'm past the point of caring all that much.

I'm not in jeopardy of getting that bad of a grade.

Unless she overhead my therapy session.

Because I had to talk about her subject matter and discussion of spanking and physical violence on children among a group of people from the inner-city who thought it was COMPLETELY okay to 'whoop yo' babies.' And my teacher just egged them on. Granted I do not go to the very best school with the very best professors. But, it is not a bad school and I usually enjoy the diversity and love it SO MUCH MORE than when I was at U. of I. so long ago. I hated that school. So, all schools have their ups and downs. But, sitting in that class discussing subject matter I deemed to be inappropriate because of the WAY in which we were discussing it made me feel as though the class was taking an extremely unprofessional turn and for a woman who stresses so whole-heartedly that we leave our emotions out of our papers, I found it extremely inappropriate for her to not only allow the discussion but to ENCOURAGE the people in the class to sit there and laugh and joke about how....

I don't know. I can't talk about the emotions it brought up in me in this forum either. It was just inappropriate. It's not something you should be discussing in a COMPOSITION class when there might be students in your class who it brings back a lot of things they haven't thought about in a long time.

So, if she heard me talking about how much I didn't like her, I don't really care.

Because she is so fucking oblivious to the world around her.

ALL of the example she gives us to read in class to look at on how to model our papers, are HER PAPERS FROM COLLEGE.

That is the type of woman she is.

I don't read her examples.

I use my text.

It is not required reading and does not affect what I learn in this class.

I find examples in my Bedford Handbook.

Anyhow, I didn't really come to post about my gayass English class that I'm probably going to end up with a B, a C if she overhead me I'm sure, in... I came to post about my cool night with my bro.

And to say I'm feeling better.

So, there ya go.