Welcome to PR class! No notes necessary. Today we’re talking about government relations. Let’s see how well I stay on track this day:
God, I’m hungry
What’s the deal with all the frat shirts? They don’t make sense—I’m not jealous.
Why don’t I remember anything the professor is talking about? I actually read enough to take an online quiz yesterday.
Pres. Bush looks like a weasel in that picture.
I miss Lil’ Chaney. “*mumble mumble* fuck you *mumble mumble*”
Oh shit, don’t start laughing in class
Where is that guy that was sitting behind me? He’s been out of class for like 15 minutes. I think he was on the phone. He’s not really missing anything
I have a ruffler/sniffler sitting next to me. She’s also shaking her leg so violently that she’s shaking the floor a bit. Oh—write another blog about this phenomenon. I think this girl inspired the entire classroom etiquette series.
“Such as, and…” OMG I need to watch that Miss Universe video on YouTube again. Stupid contestant.
I think the lady in the press conference in the video might have an Irish coffee. She’s speaking rather slowly. If I worked for Bush I would be a functioning alcoholic, too.
Wow, I really can’t read my writing. That will be a bitch when I’m trying to type this out later.
I think maybe 3 people are paying attention to lecture.
Why is it raining? I wanted to have an actual softball practice today, not just a team gathering to drink.
I’m still hungry.
Now, I have to pee.
Wow, this lady on the video has an attitude—she’s an angry drunk.
Oh shit, my foot is stuck in the desk. Wait. Got it.
She just said “surge.” Whatever happened to that drink?
I wonder if the professor knows that I’m not actually taking notes.
Wow, there are a lot of people waiting for the shuttle. I understand. My rain boots suck to walk in.
I need a new umbrella. My other one exploded.
My boyfriend is still asleep. That lucky ass.
Will anyone actually read this?
OMG it’s time to go. Haul ass!
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