Normality is Overrated

Okay, so I know that I'm a loser.  And I just love to proclaim it to the world.  So here goes:  I am a loser.  Why do I say this?  Well, maybe it's because I'm twenty years old and still watch Disney movies every chance I get.  Maybe it's because I have about sixty Disney songs on my iPod that I listen to on a regular basis.  Maybe it's because I'm still a child at heart.  Maybe it's because--well, I think you get the point.  See, the thing is...I couldn't care less what people think of me.  Being a loser is so much more fun than being normal.  Normality is overrated.  I mean, really.  Think about it.  When do you have more fun?  When you're sitting at work or school being bored out of your mind or when you are out goofing around with friends and family?  The world would be a boring place without people like me!

Research Writing Professor

Okay, so my teacher for Research Writing is officially insane.  He's awesome though.  He likes to make fun of Kimber and I for believing in Sasquatch and such.  So, today, w'ere in the computer lab to do research for our research papers.  He comes back to our computers and picks up my Ipod and holds it up to his ear like a phone.  "Hello, this is Sarah, from the Sasquatch magazine company.  I am unable to answer the phone right now because I'm out in the woods somewhere chasing Sasquatch down.  Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.  Thanks!"  I love this guy!  He's so random.

One day he wanted someone to pick "Necrophiliac Tendancies toward Sasquatch by Zombies" for their research paper.  He likes to combine our topics and see which one sounds the best.  "Should Sasquatch be Drug Tested to Apply for Welfare?"  Haha, this guy is nuts.

One day he came running in to class...uhm...maybe ten minutes late or so.  His hair was sticking up all over the place, his clothes were kinda disheveled, and flustered.  He looks around at us (after having us in class three days a week every week for eleven weeks!) and asks:  "What class is this?" 
     We reply: "Research Writing." 
     "Good.  Wanted to make sure I'm not walking into Geometry or something.  So, what are we studying?"
     "Uh...are you okay?"

He was giving us examples one day of how our papers should answer a "why?" question.
     "Before coming to class, I was heterophobic. Now I've made a heterosexual friend."
           Where does he get his ideas for examples?!

Somebody mentioned one day about how tired he or she was.  The teacher gasps and goes, "You're tired?  Hey, I'm tired, too!  I only got twelve hours of sleep last night!"  That was also the day that he was telling us about how he couldn't wait for the Hallwoeen season to be over because he thought that he gained ten pounds on his butt from all of the Halloween candy that he had eaten within the two previous weeks.

okay, so i'm not quite sure how this is going to work.  i'm just typing this post as an example for myself to see what it does.  first off i'm going to blame nancy williams for getting me started blogging.  i read her blog and i loved it enough to try it myself.  however, i don't know if my life is interesting enough to have stories worthy of posting.

huh, as i typed that last sentence, i realized that THIS could be my outlet for ranting and raving, moaning and complaining, and just generally rambling!  yay!  now i can talk to myself when nobody else is on facebook for me to talk to!  haha, this right here pretty much proves that i have no life. 

well, i'd say that is enough rambling for now.  class is just about over anyway, so i'd better get outta here.  i'll catch all my followers (haha, yeah.  right.  :] )  later!

night all!