My friends have been on this kick lately about making fun of the things that I do that if anyone else did I would call them a girl for doing. The main things are my love of the movie The Notebook and a few of my pandora stations. First of all, The Notebook is a fantastic movie. There is nothing girlie about rooting for the underdog and thinking that old people who love each other are cute. Anyone who says otherwise is either heartless or on anabolic steroids. The other main thing is my choice of 90's music. Of course I like all the classic songs that everybody else likes, but I also include Jagged Little Pill in my list of 90's classics. My parents used to listen to it all the time and it reminds me of all the fun road trips we went on together... and about being an angry 40 year old women. We've all been there, at least metaphorically, or enough to relate to the angst of having 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife.
This brings me to my next point, painful irony. The other day I posted about how I took a test in my crime and punishment class. I called the people in the class dumb and said that the only way I don't get a perfect score on the test is if the professor takes off points for not using well thought out paragraph form and stuff like that. Well, turns out you need to answer the questions in more detail than I did, as well as have better structure and all that stuff. For a lack of a better expression, I was kicked in the butt by this grading style. Ended up having to drop the class (3 grades all year and the first one come last week? not cool.) The worst part of this whole ordeal is right when I got the test back and realized that I needed to drop the class, first thought in my head was, "Isn't it ironic, Don't cha think?"
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