Would you like some cheese with your holiday whine?

 

So, a while back I wrote a post about what I missed and didn't miss about being in school.

Let me amend that post by saying the thing, so far, that I am most upset about is the complete and utter lack of any sort of winter/holiday/Christmas break!

People prepare you for the reality of no summer break, but this just completely bums me out. I want to try and be excited for the hols, but it's almost impossible knowing that I get, literally, ONE day off, that being Christmas day. I have to work Christmas Eve and December 26th (because in the US, Boxing Day doesn't count). And I shouldn't be such a whiny, petulant child, but...

I am used to having like, a week and a half at the VERY least to just lounge about in my jammies and cozy socks, read so many books my eyes feel like they'll fall out of my head, "play" with all my new stuff (here meaning "clean out your closets and bathroom and rearrange everything" and "use ALL the new soap"), watch Christmas movies, go light-looking, drink hot chocolate like it's my job...

...and this year, I just feel like I have no time for that. This is the first time in YEARS that my shopping's not been done by Thanksgiving. I'm especially bothered that I won't have time to wrap all my presents the way I like to, and I certainly won't have time to do any wrapping for the neighbors. Just BLAH, guys. This would be a great time for me to be Scroogey, but I promised I'd try and LIKE Christmas this year, and it's just hard when you feel like Bob Cratchit. 

Look, it's my blog and I'll whine if I want to. Maybe I'll feel better now that I've aired my grievances to the internet public. My aim is to be grateful this season. I want to focus being grateful that I have a job at all when a lot of people don't, and that I have an opportunity to work when I could have nothing. Because I am grateful for those things. It's just a matter of perspective. And growing up and out of "school mode." Give me time, okay? I spent 20 years as a student, that's kind of a hard schedule to break out of in less than a year. 

Perspective, perspective, perspective....

So what I told you was true...from a certain point of view.

Under the sea...

Hah, so, the other day I found something and I wanted to share because it's just so funny and terrible and indicative of who I am as a person.

I love sea animals. Sea mammals in particular--whales, dolphins, seals, walruses, narwhals, and manatees, to be specific.

Well when I was a wee lass, in first grade, our teacher taught us about manatees. As a class, we adopted a manatee from Blue Springs then took a field trip to go see him (just for kicks, his name was Howie, and he is still there. I now feel like I need to go visit him.). ANYWAY, as part of this whole lesson on sea cows, we had to sculpt one out of clay and make a diorama, like out of a shoe box or whatever.

My Mom heard that we had to do some kind of artistic project and immediately panicked, and rightly so. Because my artistic skills rival that of a four year old who was actually born with two left hands. So she bought play-doh and we practiced. And in her words, "The first one looked like a poop. So I said, 'No, Mary, try again.' So we smashed it and I showed you how to pinch out a flat tail and flippers." Do you want to see the end result?

That's a retorical question. The brilliance of blogging is that your readers are a captive audience. YOU HAVE TO SEE THE END RESULT!

LOL, omg, so I obviously thought that since I had practiced, I was the Michelangelo of Model Magic and made not one, but TWO manatees. I think this is what I was going for:

FAIL. 

Also, I'm so proud of this little morbid detail. We discussed in class how manatees were endangered because of motor boats hitting them and injuring them. So, naturally, I glommed onto that disgusting bit of imagery and added it to my sculpture. 

It's also missing a flipper and its tail has been glued back on, but that's just due to it being OLD not because of my 6 year old creativity.

Also, I just wanted to show you its horrifyingly skull-like face. Wtf, little self. 

And, this is the really insane part: I WON something for this! I got second place, I think, at the school's art fair. I'm not sure what that says about the school's art judging system, but it's probably not good. 

Anyway, that's where my love of manatees started. Because I know you were all BURNING with curiosity. ;)

You see, but you do not observe.

Look what I got in the mail!!!

"...all the rights and privileges thereunto appertaining." EXCEPT A JOB.

No, but seriously, I'm quite thrilled. I'm now "legit." And it just feels good to hold the fruit of four years hard labor in my hands. I have something to PHYSICALLY show for it. I mean, it's kind of a measly something, but it's something nonetheless.


If you hear of anything at all in the fields of editing, publishing or anything otherwise bookish, please let me know.


Work: fine.
Family: fine.
Social life: nonexistent.



In other news, a colleague and acquaintance of mine (who's "off the grid" and scarily brilliant) introduced me to the BBC series "Sherlock." I mean, I'd known about it but I had been incredibly skeptical, because the idea of Sherlock Holmes existing outside of Victorian England was absolutely horrifying. HOWEVER, I have to say, that of all the adaptations I've seen, this one is, oddly enough, one of the closest to the books--in that they sneak in sly references to many things and use (or adapt) quotes outright. And it works! I didn't think you could ever take the, "I'd be lost without my Boswell" quote and work it into live action without a fair amount of corniness. But they did it! And it's great, because even though they've changed things to fit in with 21st century England, key elements of the original stories are still there. Only instead of firing off telegrams every 10 minutes, Holmes shoots texts. He also shoots bullets in the wall (per canon). Other canon elements: the riding crop, Watson's army stint (and inconsistent wounds attained therein), the Baker Street Irregulars, Holmes' substance reliance (only he uses nicotine patches instead of pipes...LOL), and a whole slew of other sneaky but ingenious little references.

Cumberbatch is a brilliant young Holmes, and Martin Freeman (who's going to be Bilbo in the upcoming Hobbit movie) is a really great Watson. The mysteries, though based on the originals, are fresh and exciting, and each episode stands as almost a mini-movie--they're that good.

I highly recommend it. I'd been going through an awful Holmesian dry patch (there's only so many times you can re-read the original stories, and almost all of the later pastiches are so terrible they make me want to bash my own head in), and this was the PERFECT fix. You can watch the first three episodes online at PBS's website:
here!


So since my life is so blindingly exciting, tell me, what are my readers up to these days?

She wasn't where she had been. She wasn't where she was going…but she was on her way.

I DID IT!!!!

After a lot of blood, sweat and tears (LITERALLY, you think I'm joking), I finished. I worked hard. I cried a lot. I almost gave up. I vanquished a buttload of papers, exams, bad teachers, anxieties, and read almost 40 novels and COUNTLESS short stories. And I'm DONE.

THIS IS JOYFUL AND TRIUMPHANT.

My commencement ceremony was lovely. They had BAGPIPES. Need I say more? My friend, Elizabeth, came to see me, along with my parents and that one guy that I share the upstairs with. And then afterwards, lovely Bethany and I had a dinner and movie date. It was pretty much a perfect day.

Then today, I scrubbed the microwave and cleaned windows at Plato's.

THIS IS LIFE, THOUGH, APPARENTLY.

Since my commencement speaker was a little boring and highly conventional, I downloaded this onto my iPod and I will forever maintain that Conan was actually my commencement speaker. Because he's an amazing human being.

I encourage EVERYONE to pretend accept that this was their commencement speech. It's 23 minutes, but worth every second. Conan O'Brien: I love you.

My post-school plans?

(Except for that last panel...I don't think too many people know a lot of stuff, and I don't really like conversation.)

What that may be, I have NO idea. But that's the exciting part. And I promise, whatever it is, I'll be writing about it.

Those school girl days of biting nails and telling tales are gone.

Today, I took my VERY LAST FINAL.



But before we celebrate and all that, we need to take a second so I can tell you my story of what happened today. Because I finished WITH A BANG.


So, today I had a really great game plan. I was going to run a couple errands, pick up my cap and gown, and grab some stuff from the pharmacy before they close for Christmas. So I'm just taking my own sweet time, because my planner reads, "Pirate Final: 3p." I've got till 3 to get stuff done, so I figured, "Oh, I'll go this morning then come home around 1 and study until I have to leave again."


I had not studied at all, at this point, because this is how I feel about studying at this point in my undergrad career:


So I'm just like, lollygagging around. Got my cap and gown. No problem. So I'm sitting in the pharmacy and my friend, Jessica, who's also in the class, texts me and is like, "Hey, I don't want you to miss the test! You might still have a few minutes."

I look down. I got that text at exactly 1:00. It was now 1:16.


It then dawned on me that I was in great and terrible danger of entirely MISSING my very last final.




So, I go up to the counter, DEMAND that they hurry up, and then get the hell out of there. I RAN. Like a madwoman.


And, this is totally ironic and if my life were a novel, English majors would be all over this moment, but a couple years ago I got HORRIBLY lost around the Engineering and Business Administration buildings. So I now know that you can cut across Biz-Ad to get to Engineering AND that there's a testing center in the one wing where you can buy all the stuff you need to take tests. So even though I was late to a very unimportant class then, I was now HOPEFULLY going to make it (albeit somewhat--very--late) to a rather important test.




So, I go into this hallway where I was lost 2 years ago and there was one of those scantron vending machines, because I was absolutely unprepared for this test. In every sense. So I go, find the machine, and all I have in my wallet is a $5, which is fine because it takes fives. SUPPOSEDLY. It rejected my five, like, six times. So then I go to buy a soda and get change. And this works...UNTIL IT DOESN'T GIVE ME CHANGE.


So, I eventually get it to give me back a handful of change...enough to buy a scantron.

So then I continue running

and get to my classroom as other people are leaving. It's now 1:29. So I go in, a panting, sweaty, mess, and my professor looks at me like I have a third head. So I'm like, "Hi. I just got here." And he looks at his watch, and he MEANLY says, "You're half an hour late. Why should I even let you take this exam?"
I was like:


So, in a spell of quick thinking, I told him I'd been stuck at the health center and whipped out my receipts, which were time-stamped to about fifteen minutes earlier. This isn't exactly a lie. It's twisting truthful circumstances to most beneficially suit my current predicament.



Luckily, HE LET ME TAKE THE TEST.


So, even though I damn near almost missed it AND hadn't studied a single page, I took my last final. And I think I knew more than I didn't. Either way, like I care.

BECAUSE I GRADUATE IN ONE WEEK.










One week from today: COMMENCEMENT.

Dracula, Part I: When in Transylvania...

So, I finished my last novel EVER required for my B.A. I'm pretty excited, but I'm also a little sad, because now I don't know what to read. I've been told what to read for the last four and a half years...I'm afraid I don't really know what I like to read anymore. I have a general idea, but it'll take me a while to get into a reading niche now that it's not obscure novels from the 1700's.

Anyway, the very last book I had to read was Dracula, which is so perfect and I think it's a great ending to the journey of getting my lit degree. Anyway, I absolutely love this book. I read it for the first time in high school and was enamored with it then, but reading it with four years of lit crit under my belt made it THAT much better.

And there is no good movie version of this to watch. I've seen the BBC version from like, 1979, and it is heinously corny. I also attempted to watch the 1992 version with Gary Oldman, which was, admittedly, extremely accurate to the book. However, it was also extremely gory, so I only ended up being able to watch about an hour total of it (I jumped around a lot). But what I saw was good. They got the tone right, and actually, Gary Oldman totally looks like Dracula in the book...at least in the beginning with the white bun hair and hairy palms.

This part? NOT SO MUCH. Creative license, ftw.

Actually, there was a lot of creative license taken. Which is frustrating, because the storyline and whatnot was pretty accurate. Curse you, Hollywood and Coppola.

Also, it's hard to watch Dracula when you're thinking of Sirius Black the entire time. I digress.

Anyway, omg, if you haven't ever read Dracula, wtf are you doing. Get off my blog, go to the library, and read it over Christmas. There's snow in it. So it's a Christmas story now.




I know none of you will actually do this, so I'm going to summarize the story. There are a lot of characters, so it helps to visualize them. Here's my dream cast of who I pictured in my head when reading Dracula.

Okay, so these are the people I pictured almost exactly. I think if Keauea Reeves and Adrien Brody had a lovechild, he could play Jonathan Harker (well done, casting dept. of the '92 Dracula movie). Also, I try not to picture Renfield because he's totally gross, but someone like Crispin Glover or Robert Carlyle would do well with the alternating between manic and civilized. And there is no one on earth creepy enough to play Dracula. So just picture whoever you want. As long as it's not R-Patz.

OKAY. Enough of that.

So. The story starts with Jonathan Harker going to Transylvania to help finalize the sale of some property in England to one Count Dracula. On his way over, all the Romanian gypsies keep throwing crucifixes at him and telling him to wear them. He's just like, "whatever, supersitious peasants, for I am a Protestant and have no need for such iconography." But he keeps one anyway. GOOD THING, TOO.

So, at night (because why on earth would any sane Englishman travel during the day?), a carriage comes to pick him up and take him to Castle Dracula. The driver doesn't speak, but he can control wolves, so that's kind of creepy. Oh, and the carriage drives through pillars of blue flame. And he drives like a maniac. So Jonathan is creeped out but remains incredibly stoic and English through the whole thing.

Then the carriage stops at the castle door, lets him out, then goes driving off. Then, a few minutes later, the door opens and it's Count Dracula. Now, Dracula in the book does not look like Bela Lugosi. He's like, old, with a white moustache and white hair and hairy palms and no complexion and super white teeth. He does sound like Bela Lugosi, though, so that's cool.

Anyway, he's all like, polite and old aristocracy and invites Harker in and feeds him this super fantastic meal. But he begs off eating because he ate earlier. Ah ah ah. Then he shows Harker to his room and goes to bed. It's like 5 in the morning at this point.

So over the next couple of days, Harker and the Count finalize the purchase of the Count's English property and they study English together and all that. Then the Count is like, "Write to everyone you love and tell them you'll be here a month. I need to brush up on my English." And Harker's like, "Wtf, bro, your English is perfect." And the Count insists. So Dracula forces him to write these letters, and he does.

Then, when he's shaving, Harker cuts himself and Dracula flips a biscuit and locks him in his bedroom. Jonathan now realizes this isn't your normal stay at a Transylvanian B&B. He understands he's a prisoner now. He looks out the window and sees the Count sidling down the wall like a lizard.

And the stiff upper lip goes out the window.

So does his condemnation of crucifixes. He starts wearing his and hanging it over his bed.

Everyone in this book keeps magnificent diaries, btw. It's an epistolary novel, which is cool, because it's told through letters, diaries and newspaper articles.

So after his little Spiderman stunt, the Count comes back to feed Jonathan, and then tells him not to fall asleep anywhere in the castle except for his room, because otherwise he might have a bad dream. Deciding a bad dream isn't so bad, Harker goes exploring and finds a dusty old girls' room and falls asleep. And there, he's accosted by Dracula's three vampire brides. This scene gets over-sexualized a lot in movies, but it really is a very smutty scene...for the 1800's and all. So they come and writhe around and want to bite him and come like *this* close to doing so when the Count comes back and banishes them. Oh, he does feed them an infant though. Which is gross. Harker awakens in his room and bemoans the fact that he'll probably die there. He writes sad letters to his fiancee, Mina Murray, in shorthand. And the Count, even though he intercepts all of Harker's letters, can't read the shorthand. Baller.

So like, a month passes and Harker's going insane being locked up and realizing that Dracula and his three sexy brides are eating up all the village's children. So he breaks out of his room one day and goes to the church's chapel, where he finds Dracula's coffin. He opens it, and inside is the Count and he's like, GORGED with blood. Stoker describes it so wickedly:
"The cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath. The mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran down over the chin and neck. Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion."
EWWW!!!

So then some more unimportant but sufficiently creepy stuff happens and Harker decides he's getting the hell out of dodge, or he's gonna die trying.



I'm going to finish this in 3 parts, because no one's actually going to sit here and read the whole thing. BUT IT'S GOOD and worth summarizing. So look for parts 2 (Meanwhile, in Merry Old England) and 3 (Hang on to Your Crosses, Boys!) within the next couple of days. :)

{Part II.}
{Part III.}

Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die.

I am a terrible blogger. No lie. Like, the worst.

It's been A WEEK since I posted. This is sad. Remember the good ol' days when I'd post like THREE or even FOUR times a week??

Apparently, being busy means there's less time for a) writing and b) observing things to write about.

Here's my life in a nutshell:
-I have 5 more "official" days of class, then finals, and then BOOM! I'm done! WHAAAT? This semester FLEW. I'm going to need to go have a library day so I can say goodbye, since that's the only thing I'll miss about UCF. (Can alums still use the library?? I must find out!)

-I got what might be considered a "promotion" at work. Hooray! I'm now an officially certified buyer and a key holder. Which makes me like a shift manager. Whee! That's exciting.
What's most exciting though is this awesome Plato's Closet Certified Buyer lanyard I get/have to wear. And lanyards mean flair. LET ME SHOW YOU MY FLAIR (mwhaha like you have a choice):

I got it all from this nifty Etsy shop. She has a great deal where you can pick any 6 pins for $5, which is a heck of a lot cheaper than you'd pay at Hot Topic or whatever. Plus, you couldn't get pins about reading, pugs, unicorns, and Star Wars ALL at Hot Topic. Oh, internet, how do I love thee? Anyway, check it out...they'd make cute stocking stuffers!

-I've been so tardy in posting these, but whatever, better now than at Christmas (click to enlarge!).

We tried to put Bixby in the bat costume (so we'd match) but he kept wriggling his way out of it and flopping his ears off. So since Millie is basically a piece of toast in a dog's costume, we put it on her and let Bixby be a bumble-bee again. I don't know what Chichi is supposed to be...my Mom has a whole wardrobe for her, so she just put her in her "posh frock."

Oh my God, I need a life.

-Dracula is such a quality book. If you've never read it, you seriously need to. It's "baller," as the kids say.

-I'm done with my Christmas shopping! This pleases me. The Christmas season, however, does not. So go away, all you with your overplayed Christmas songs and movies.
This is where I'd like to sequester myself until, like, February.


-However, Christmas means present wrapping, and I LOVE wrapping presents. So, I guess that's good. I guess.



OMG GUYS, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE ONCE I GRADUATE??? EEP!

(Even though we all know the answer is 42.)

And for once it might be grand to have someone understand...

Hi!

So not a whole lot is new. I'm overall glad to be back at work, because it makes me feel like I'm actually doing something. And it's just the right amount this time (SCORE!) because I feel like I'm maintaining a normal level of stress. So this is good.

School is going well, too, even though I've become very lazy and lackadaisical about the whole thing. Which I guess is to be expected of 5th year seniors. I'm just ready to be done, I think.

Which leads me once again to the crisis of "What do I do after school?" I haven't worried about it yet because there's no sense in me looking for a job when I'm still finishing my degree. Come December though, I need to start at least looking. My manager today informed me she'd be happy to hire me on eventually as a store manager. You get paid an annual salary which increases based on how well your store does, but the starting pay is $27,000. Which is, admittedly, more than I've ever made. But I'll also be living alone--no roomates, boyfriend, husband, etc. to pay the difference. And I feel like I've KILLED myself getting my degree in English, which is something I'm so passionate about...the age old question is "what do you do with a degree in English?" and I'm not entirely sure, but something with words or books would be preferable.

Although, beggars can't be choosers, I suppose (and I'm like, worse than a beggar. I'm like a 20-something leech who never left home. THE HORROR!), but can you blame me for wanting something more? Something where I'm at least working in/around books and publication?


The nice thing is that I've never really had a "dream job." I'm not the kid who grew up practicing her Oscar's acceptance speech, so I can't be hurt if I don't win it. I'm completely open to any career path, which works well in the current job climate. At least I have an offer of some kind if nothing else works out, which is a blessing.

In other news, this show is AWESOME and I love it and omg, I'm so excited that it exists:

Anyone who likes fairy tales should at least check it out.

ALSO, I can't tell you how excited I am for the Sherlock Holmes sequel. It looks absolutely ridiculous, but STEPHEN FRY IS MYCROFT. Cannot wait.

I am sick. This happens every year at this time without fail, and has since I was in pre-k. I think going back to school just exposes me to a TON of germs and then I get sick. Awesome.

My classes are going well. Actually, Editing is my hardest one. If I wasn't in that class, this would be my dream semester. As it stands, I AM in that class and unpleasant though it may be, it's probably the most useful as far as careers go (unless I want to become a pirate. Then my pirate class would be much more useful.).

Luckily though, I've managed to stay on top of my work and reading. I have a LOT of reading this semester, which is fine by me. My Gothic lit novels have been highly entertaining so far, and actually, the reading for my history class hasn't been terrible either. My Editing textbook, however, is the most egregiously boring thing I've had to read since What Maisie Knew (sorry, Henry James, but your story about a little girl caught in the middle of an early 20th century divorce did NOTHING for me). But again...useful information. Just boring to digest. Kind of like salad.

What's nice is that I have the long weekend and Tuesday off to recover. So I hope I start feeling slightly more human by Wednesday. All I can hope is that it doesn't become bronchitis, which frequently happens within my crappy, pneumatic/asthmatic lungs. I'd like a new set of lungs for Christmas...this has also been true since pre-k.


So anyway, TL;DR: I feel like crap, I have until Wednesday to try and get better, and my life is pretty much the same as always. Which means I read.



Oh, I did have a total pity party this afternoon, because both my parents and my brother were out on dates today (my parents with each other, mind you), and I was at home going through boxes of tissues, watching stupid Youtube videos, and drinking OJ like it was my duty.

Usually I don't get bummed about my lack of a personal life...I usually enjoy it. But sometimes, y'know.

In case you were wondering, that was not an invitation for you to ask me out. I will say no.

First week = CONQUERED.

So my first week of the last semester of college is FINISHED.

I am well pleased.

Everything went pretty well, y'know, by first week standards.

My Renaissance and Reformation History class is taught by a certifiable fossil. He came into class all proud of himself for having made a powerpoint. And by "powerpoint" he meant that he had printed his notes on paper and used an overhead projector.
Then the other day, whilst studying the Medieval feudal system, he digressed eloquently about sailboats and how triangular sails work more effectively than square ones.
I still have no idea what that had to with peasants and bishops, but whatever.

Then I had my lit and pop culture class, about which I was really excited because we could write about anything (and Harry Potter was a suggested topic. WIN.). The whole class was based on vampires--vampires in literature, how that leaked into pop culture, the current vampire phenomenon, pop culture in regards to sucking out things from society, etc. Which was all good and well until we had to watch some clips from True Blood.
I do not recommend this course of action to my fellow hemophobes. Especially if you're of the persuasion to faint in public.
Needless to say, I ended up dropping that class out of necessity and am now in Professional Editing, which is probably way more useful anyway.

That class is online, and so far it's okay. A bit dry, but then, it's focusing on the technical aspects of editing so how awesome can you expect that to be? Although, today, we read about an aspect of writing and editing called "the situation," and the text kept saying things like "consider the situation" and "when looking at the situation." And all I could think of was this guy:


After that, I have my Archaeology of Caribbean Piracy class. Which I regret to announce I still haven't attended. Our professor cancelled the first day of class, I missed the second, and he cancelled again the third. So while I'd love to regale you with stories about piracy, I cannot.

And lastly is my Gothic lit class which so far I ADORE. It's the same teacher who taught my Austen class, so she's a BAMF to begin with. Then she goes and makes me blush by complimenting my first discussion post. And this coming week, we're reading The Castle of Otranto, which may well be the most awesome thing I've read in a LONG time.
I'll try to sum it up for you:
There's a prince who has a sickly son, a daughter he doesn't like, and a clingy wife. The son's engaged to a beautiful woman who the prince doesn't think deserves to be married to his puny offspring, which is fortunate, because the day of the wedding a massive helmet falls from the sky and kills the son. So the prince is in despair because he's lost the only heir. So he decides, "my wife is old and annoying and can produce no more sons; ergo, the logical conclusion is to procreate with the fiancee." So he starts hunting her down. And she escapes through secret passageways in this awesomely haunted castle. The pictures talk (like in Harry Potter). There are secret churches. Oh, and a know-it-all peasant who I reckon will factor into the story in a very prominent way later. Anyway, that's as far as I've gotten and it is wildly entertaining. And so gothic. I love it. WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS SIXTEEN, HORACE WALPOLE?

Apart from the class-switching-on-add-drop-deadline-day thing, my first week was pretty successful. And it was punctuated with some lovely social engagements, so overall it was a good week.

But now I am massively tired because apparently, Sleep and I broke up and no one told me.

Geek Life.

Backpack, Coach wristlet, notebooks, parking permit, hand sanitizer (that I got for Kate and William's wedding LOL), and a bulldog folder since they didn't have any with pugs on them. :( I do love bulldogs, though. And it has a CROWN.

My very incomplete set of books.

!!!

Last semester: HERE I COME.


I WILL VANQUISH YOU:




And you know what?






Now watch. In a week's time, I'll be on here all like, "Omg, I hate school, this place is full of yahoos morons, I can't wait to be finished and get the hell out of UCF, blah blah blah." MARK MY WORDS.