Talking about our assignments due for class tomorrow, via text:
Trish: "just finish articles"
Me: "Sick. I haven't even started my new assignment."
Trish: "Hahaha I haven't even started my old ones!!"
Love this girl.
Out to kill.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
As mortal humans being, most of us have, at some point, made a trip to the doctor's office. That being said, most of us have also seen the perennial pain-o-meter.
Your abdomen hurts? Good thing it's only mild-to-moderate, so we don't have to immediately remove your esophagus. (You see why I'm not a biology major.)
My good friend Trish's reactions to the outside world can vaguely be rated along the same lines.
Here's a little scale I made to demonstrate Trish's emotive expressions:
Your abdomen hurts? Good thing it's only mild-to-moderate, so we don't have to immediately remove your esophagus. (You see why I'm not a biology major.)
My good friend Trish's reactions to the outside world can vaguely be rated along the same lines.
Here's a little scale I made to demonstrate Trish's emotive expressions:
I personally have found this scale already immensely useful. Today, for instance, before interviewing a group of incoming freshmen, I wanted to test out my voice recorder to make sure it functioned. Immediately I looked to sweet-faced Trish. I turned on my voice recorder, and pressed record.
Me: "I'm going to ask you a few questions, if that's alright with you. What's your name?"
Trish, amused: "Go fuck yourself."
You see, babydoll Trishie bear had a lil' baby headache. I would rank this reaction to the world a 1 on the anger-o-meter. Nobody likes headaches, but most people like them more than the North Korean nuclear policy. See how this grading works?
Here's another example: one day, a certain professor was demonstrating a number of objectively unpleasant qualities - subpar intelligence, disagreeableness, and inefficiency. After putting Trish through torture for hours, Trish may have accidentally rearranged some of the teacher's belongings (much like the time I accidentally put a twinkie [still wrapped, though] in my ninth-grade AP English teacher's chair).
This instance would be ranked as a 5 on the anger-o-meter scale, you see, because having an inefficient teacher is MUCH worse than having to fire a waitress, but anyone in their right mind would prefer to have one million inefficient teachers rather than not be able to watch Snookie on another season of Jersey Shore.
Whatta woman.
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