I don't want to take my Spanish final. I wonder: If Senorita Stark is found mysteriously dead tomorrow morning, will her classes still have to take her final? It would be awesome if she were killed. I would write a short story about it. I would call it, "La Punta Desaparece."

Senorita Dumbfuckingbitch informed us last week that the final would consist of questions over two areas: "La Momia Desaparece" and "Destinos." "La Momia Desaparece" is a novella about two fucking Mexican private investigators who have to find a fucking mummy the was stolen from the fucking Museum of Anthropology in Mexico. "Destinos" is this fucking corny-ass soap-opera created by a Spanish professor at U of I. While I appreciate the opportunities these pieces of shit afford me to practice understanding written and spoken Spanish, shouldn't the final be on things that we ... you know ... learned? I'm pretty sure Miss Bitchface intentionally left things like grammar and vocabulary OFF of the final because she realizes no one understands what she teaches.

To complain further, I've got my U of I audition day after tomorrow, and I'm fairly nervous. This is sort of new for me. I don't usually get nervous until just before I perform something, and even then it's only for a second or two. But I'm really concerned. I REALLY want them to give me money. I feel like such a burden on my mom because I'm a big lazy ass and I haven't really applied for very many scholarships. Sorry, mommy.

God, I am really boring.

Guess who's not? Bicyclemark isn't. Go give a listen at his AudioCommunique #3. It's good hearing.

posted at 9:14 PM by Alison

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