Temple-Inland Will Burn in Hell
So my presentation for my accounting class (which was on the company Temple-Inland) is over.
For the past week I've been through Hell, basically... overloaded to the extreme, and guess what? It's not over. "But wait!" you say, "You just said your presentation was over." This is true, but the Hell doesn't end there, my friends. I'm not going to sit here, however, and bore you to tears with the sad sad tale that is my life. Instead, I shall tell you about... hip-hop. Hip... hip-hop... hip-hop anonymous. Yes... that.
So I'm in my 192 class right now (Race, Class and Gender in American Film)... and now I'm back home because I got sick. This has been a really shitty week, I just want to let everyone know that... and it just got even shittier, but we won't talk about that.
Here's my revelation for the evening: "What doesn't kill you will make you stronger." That's what I'm going to use as my defense for... staying alive. And I will have my revenge, mind you. And it will be sweet. Everyone who has fucked me over will cry, and then shout "Why God?!?! WHYYYY?!?!?" when they will realize the errors of their way, then they will beg for my forgiveness. Okay so that won't really happen, but I WILL make sure they know how much I hate them. And that's a lot... so they have a lot of realizing to do... all in due time though.
There was this job with housing that I really really wanted... but I don't think I got it. They said the call would be today or Monday. My friend Tiff got her call... I got nothin'... so I don't think I got the job. So among other things... what a fittingly shitty end to an already painfully shitty week. Lates.
For the past week I've been through Hell, basically... overloaded to the extreme, and guess what? It's not over. "But wait!" you say, "You just said your presentation was over." This is true, but the Hell doesn't end there, my friends. I'm not going to sit here, however, and bore you to tears with the sad sad tale that is my life. Instead, I shall tell you about... hip-hop. Hip... hip-hop... hip-hop anonymous. Yes... that.
So I'm in my 192 class right now (Race, Class and Gender in American Film)... and now I'm back home because I got sick. This has been a really shitty week, I just want to let everyone know that... and it just got even shittier, but we won't talk about that.
Here's my revelation for the evening: "What doesn't kill you will make you stronger." That's what I'm going to use as my defense for... staying alive. And I will have my revenge, mind you. And it will be sweet. Everyone who has fucked me over will cry, and then shout "Why God?!?! WHYYYY?!?!?" when they will realize the errors of their way, then they will beg for my forgiveness. Okay so that won't really happen, but I WILL make sure they know how much I hate them. And that's a lot... so they have a lot of realizing to do... all in due time though.
There was this job with housing that I really really wanted... but I don't think I got it. They said the call would be today or Monday. My friend Tiff got her call... I got nothin'... so I don't think I got the job. So among other things... what a fittingly shitty end to an already painfully shitty week. Lates.

