I started classes today. Gay and Lesbian Studies II and Project Development, Preproduction, and Preparation (longest fucking class name ever). They were both great. My teacher for Gay and Lesbian Studies is this perky little Irish chick named Terri. So happy and bubbly. I felt kind of weird though, because half the class we discussed labels and she'd ask lots of questions that I genuinely didn't feel like I could answer since I really don't label my sexuality. Whatev. Then my PDPP teacher, Dan, is fucking ADORABLE!!! LOVE THE FUCK OUT OF HIM!!! I think he's Buddhist. The whole class he would go on tangents about, I don't know, just really like, fucking philosophical ass inspirational shit. And inbetween inspiration he curses which is hilarious. He's a little guy too, maybe my height, and I could probably talk about him forever, like about how he loves to play Wii and how he worked with Scorcese before or about how he has some famous musician friend, Andrew Bird, who's playing Carnegie Hall tomorrow but he can't make it cause he's gotta teach.

I think this semester will be really great except now I'm dreading Math even more. They finally assigned teachers to the classes and when I looked mine up on ratemyprofessor.com EVERY rating was terrible. Apparently she's a lunatic who like, goes on tangents about hating men and just being fucking crazy. Ugh. I'm hoping another class opens up so I can swap cause there's no point in dropping the class after I already bought the fucking book.


Ummmm, yeah that's about it. Hopefully I'll be working soon, I'm supposed to be hearing from some Pep Boy's ass hole soon. Gotta make dem benjaminz.