Grades post for the semester.
It was fairly productive...and I only got low marks in the one class I hated attending...so all and all a productive semester.
Overall GPA for Fall 2006--3.49
Cummulative is somewhere around a 3.2 (I need to spike that just a bit...)
EDU 301 ( Safe Schools--Child Abuse workshop) : A
EDU 349 (Educational Psychology) : A
ENGL 211 (World Poetry) : A-
ENGL 250 (Literacy and Technology) : A
ENGL 341 (Harlem Renaissance) : C+
HONR 229 (Western Civilization) : B+
....all and all, good academic standing. Cheers.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Some quotes
"I know what it's like to have power you can't control. Every time I start to wolf out, I touch something deep, dark...It's not fun." ~Oz
O- "Okay, I'm either borrowing all your albums or I'm moving in."
G- "Oz, there are more important things than records right now."
O- "More important than this one?"
G- "Yes, well, I suppose an argument could be made..."
"I know you haven't been in the game for a while, mate, but we do still kill people. It's sort of our raison d'etre, you know?"~Spike
"Real love isn't brains, children, it's blood; it's blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."~Spike
More later..
O- "Okay, I'm either borrowing all your albums or I'm moving in."
G- "Oz, there are more important things than records right now."
O- "More important than this one?"
G- "Yes, well, I suppose an argument could be made..."
"I know you haven't been in the game for a while, mate, but we do still kill people. It's sort of our raison d'etre, you know?"~Spike
"Real love isn't brains, children, it's blood; it's blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."~Spike
More later..
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Worried...
You want worried?
Concerned?
Well stop.
No one wants to hear how concerned you are, or how much you want to help.
Tis the season for Darwin to be at work--survival of the fittest.
No one wants to hear it if you're broke, cold, sick, dying.
Just shut up and move on.
If you can't make it, move so the rest of us have a clear path to the next step.
No use for the weak, the insignificant.
Either you fight or you fail. No third option.
Matters of the heart are worthless--
Show only weakness.
Cannot be bothered with them now--
I learned from my mistakes.
Better the sorrow of being alone than the stabbing pain of being with someone
Anyone.
Humanity's not worth it.
I'll take my books, my art, my cold facts.
Leave humanity to those who are willingly stupid.
Concerned?
Well stop.
No one wants to hear how concerned you are, or how much you want to help.
Tis the season for Darwin to be at work--survival of the fittest.
No one wants to hear it if you're broke, cold, sick, dying.
Just shut up and move on.
If you can't make it, move so the rest of us have a clear path to the next step.
No use for the weak, the insignificant.
Either you fight or you fail. No third option.
Matters of the heart are worthless--
Show only weakness.
Cannot be bothered with them now--
I learned from my mistakes.
Better the sorrow of being alone than the stabbing pain of being with someone
Anyone.
Humanity's not worth it.
I'll take my books, my art, my cold facts.
Leave humanity to those who are willingly stupid.
Friday, December 1, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Something's off
Something's rotten in the state of Denmark...
It's an odd feeling...but no creativity or motivation. It's not welcome, damn it.
It's an odd feeling...but no creativity or motivation. It's not welcome, damn it.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Missing.
And a quick side note before heading to rest.
I *hate* missing people.
This is directed at everyone. *grumble*. However, one of the ones I miss the most, I owe a very big hug, soup, and cuddles to. So There.
...Oh, as well as a cuddles-pounce-tackle.
That's all.
I *hate* missing people.
This is directed at everyone. *grumble*. However, one of the ones I miss the most, I owe a very big hug, soup, and cuddles to. So There.
...Oh, as well as a cuddles-pounce-tackle.
That's all.
Um...
Right so, my blog. Wolvish thoughts and the like will be the contents of this nonsense.
First thought--I dislike the fact that my pack is so scattered. Makes Ma wolf a might unhappy.
Oh well...I'll round up most of them tomorrow, I hope.
First thought--I dislike the fact that my pack is so scattered. Makes Ma wolf a might unhappy.
Oh well...I'll round up most of them tomorrow, I hope.
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