OMG, OMG, OMG...if only there's a God exists in this world! I have been so fucking busy lately that I can hardly have time to slow down and breathe. As some of you know, I started working as a tutor in the Anatomy lab, but the pay is so low that I can't afford to buy myself a dildo. What Brian said is right - we are all prostitutes of the world! We work our ass off (no pun intended), but still we earn so little that some of us barely have enough money to buy clothes that can completely cover our bodies (have you seen the Oscar lately?). In my case, I'm a cheap whore!
But I shouldn't be complaining. I know it's hard to struggle between work and study here. As long as I get used to it, I'll be OK. But the thing is, it's fucking challenging to be a tutor. You might think that it's an easy task because most of the tutors just hang around until somebody asks them questions. Uh uh...that's not the case for me. Last Saturday Anatomy class was a disaster because half of the students in the room are polished cheaters during a quiz. Coincidentally, most of the polished cheaters are Armenians (maybe it's "correlational"...hmm...I've learned that word in somewhere). I'm not trying to be racist (
even though all of us are RACIST! THAT I learned from my sociology class), but I can't understand that why some of the gorgeous looking Armenian men have to fucking cheat in the class that I'm tutoring? Maybe that's what makes them attractive because they are bad (like pretty girls love bad guys)?
Talking bout Sociology class, we are getting into some really hard core political issues that everyone's been avoiding to discuss bout - FAGGOTISM. It was so funny that the other day, there was this guy (terribly straight) who gave a presentation on how mass media influences our daily lives. All of a sudden, he was talking bout Brokeback Mountain, saying that it's rated PG "whatever"...but he can't even fucking say the word GAY in front of the class. It's like if you say that dirty nasty word, you are part of the dirty nasty counterculture (another fancy word I learned...I'm so proud of myself *grin*)! Some people should just GROW THE FUCKING UP! And another funny story is, my Sociology lecturer (a cool gal who's so cool that I can't even describe her in words), asked the class one day that if Homosexuality should be practised, and if gays should be allowed to get married. One of the faggotphobic guys raised his hand and protested by giving reasons like Adam and Eve and God and OMFG. It's OK if you're a Jesus' son (as if I care), but if you're in a Sociology class (especially the one that I'm in), you better keep that shit to yourself.
OK, enough flaming!!!! Sometimes it feels so good to just let it out, you know what I mean? Like the peak excitement you get in bed...or toilet.
I started going to gym too, so my life is not so bad after all. But going back to gym feels like walking around with your 200 pounds of balls. The gym is so different than Fitness First back home. It's old and the music sucks really bad (can you imagine working out while listening to "Moon River"?). The stationary bikes and machines are from the Olympic museum. Even the locker and shower room doesn't appeal to me (not that I am attracted to places like that...)! Our instructor, shaved head and tanned skin, is kinda cute...but from the chest up. Maybe the treadmills are not large enough to fit him.
Seriously, I love my college. I think it's beautiful, unique and serene in it's own way. With squirrels running around and chasing each others for mating; and the bookstore that sells overpriced books and I still don't know why people buy from them; and occassionally you'll see scribbled phrases around you like "tap your feet if you need blowjob" while pooping in the library toilet; I think my college is undeniable a comfortable, interesting and exciting college that one could ask for.
Do you know that William Hung used to be a student here? Now how exciting could that be?
