Last night, in my ULTRA-BORING-BRAIN-EXPLODING research class, I wanted to SMACK the crap out of the PoofyHairBigBoobie lady. She is just ridiculous and drained my last nerve... twice.

It's amazing. Every grad class I've had has been marred with the likes of...BIG A: the argumentative pedafile, the crazy Fruit Lady, RainMan, Safari Sam, the Beagle Guy, and AssCrackGuy. This semester I have MORE characters to add to my LONG LONG list of weirdos.

PoofyHairBigBoobie Lady: what more can I say? She askes the most RIDICULOUS questions one right after the next, without giving us a brain-seizing breather. It makes me wonder if her mom fed her toxic cleaners as a child. She stares at you with her beady little eyes...ALL OF THE TIME! The funny thing is, she's not even the least bit intimidating (like fear that she'll whip out a hachet and chop my body up into small arts). She IS however, bordering on 'criminally-insane-in-the-membraine.'

AssCrackGuy: He's baaaaack and I'm sure there'll be MORE stories about his butt-crack's random (and frequent) appearances.

Ex-MarineJoe: His name isn't really Joe. He IS an ex-Marine. And, apparently, he likes to sit next to me. Why? My guess is because I can explain the ENTIRE Battle of Quebec in 4 sentences. He is in BOTH of my classes. I'm beginning to consider having the "invading my personal space" conversation with him. I don't think he gets the fact that I don't like face-talkers... especially ones with rancid coffee breath.

Ex-ArmyJoe: This stuffy little gnome just throws his arrogant snobbery all around the room, randomly, and occasionally smacks someone upside their 'civilian' heads. Geez. If this is what the military does to people, I'm GLAD to be a civilian. I can screw myself up just as badly without having to climb walls, crawl through cow shit, and scream, "YES SIR!" (Meanie, you have my TOTAL sympathy...)

BigMo: This guy is HUGE, but really nice. The only thing that I've noticed about him, other than his size, is that he has moments where parts of his arms just spontaneously bleed. Like last night for instance. I see this gaping 2" long tear and offer him a bandaid. I mean, shit, he was BLEEDING... and obviously JoeMarine didn't give a shit. So, when I went to grab a bandaid from my bad, he brushed it off and said nevermind. 2 hours later, it was COMPLETELY scabbed over. I'm thinking that if someone tugs on his leg, it'll fall off and GROW BACK in 2 hours, too.

And, I can't forget Prof. Weasle: Boring boring boring BOOOOOOOOORING little man with a New Yawk accent and a pink and green plaid tie. Other than being painfully boring, he's an all right kinda guy.

Anyway... I know you're waiting for the

I can't right now... I have to go sumo wrestle with a 2 year old.

But I'll be back... with the update. So, check back soon...