Good Thing I Have W Blue-Sky Lives
Today's laugh: G-G
Today's song: Thunderpuss - Welcome to My Head
My semester has been over as of this past Tuesday evening. I can proudly say that I bent it over my knee and spanked it. Who's your daddy, Fall 2010?
I finally figured out that grades may not be posted until as late as Janurary 3rd (*cough*initialTshotday*cough*). That true? I'll admit I'm surprised, or perhaps just spoiled; my alma mater, as much as I loathed it, always had final grades in within 7 days or so of semester's end. But this might actually just be further proof that they didn't care much. So Milo will wait. I won't jinx myself with predictions of how I may have done; all I can say is that I truly did the best I could do. (Aww...Disney moral.) Especially in regards to everything else I was going through, I have to be proud of myself in some regard no matter what.
But I will finally start predictions on how I may look on T. (We're going to pretend that the horror of Fenway didn't happen...for now. I've hit a point where it seems numbing myself to the negatives will help keep my sanity until there's some light at the end.) I know one can never really know, but it's entertaining to think about. Anybody who wants to put in on T-Pot, speak up; it'd be fun for me to see who fathoms the closest guess.
I only have a few myself: 1) I want my facial hair to be dark, but it'll likely come in blonde, 2) I want to sound like Tom Jones, but I'll likely end up sounding like a mix of Sidoh and Simon, 3) I'd like to hit an average male size, but I likely will gain neither significant weight nor height. I'll forever stay myself: whiny, nasally, runty, and nerdy. Those are my predictions. Go forth and prosper. I may not particularly "want" some of the things T will give me, but I still want them. It's still a hell of a lot better than what I am now. It's boy-Milo; end of.
Hmm...which reminds me. Many in the GCS program have independently commented on how well I pass. No offense, kids, but I think y'all are yankin' my chain. The good intentions are recognized, though. It's only within the program that I've ever heard anybody say I pass, let alone well; in the real world, whenever somebody makes an address of my gender--whether to me or when they think I'm out of earshot--at least 95% of the time it's female. I'll admit that by this point, outside of my voice, I can't figure out what on me is giving me away. I'd like to improve on it, but since I'm so close to T anyway, I may as well force myself to not fret so much and casually remark, "You just wait...you just wait..."
So what's on Milo's agenda for the next five weeks? As I keep telling people: junk food, video games, and porn. But in reality it'll likely be largely focused on the novel of which I'm the closest along. (Ha! See my grammar there?) I need to finally get the second draft done; it was planned to be published years ago; it was actually coming out to myself that halted my production. I got a tad...distracted. But now I should and can finally settle down.
As for the title of today's post, even I'm not stupid enough to link to the reference due to some unfortunate, yet hysterical, language. But if a certain somebody were to independently search for a certain phrase like "super mario frustration" in a certain youtube site, I don't think the school would say much...