Because I woke up at noon today, having had 10 hours of sleep, and right now I'm totally exhausted. Figure that out.
So I got my Praxis II English scores Saturday. 185/200 and 160/200, which is reasonable. And Western's like "Oh, bring them up when you get them!" and I'm like "Ok." So I do. And they're like "Oh, did you get your letter yet?" "No, but I'll check when I get back." And then I get back, and it's all like "We're sorry, but your application has been rejected. Have a nice day." So, yeah, that kinda sucks. What's funny here is that my parents seemingly care more about it than I do. Maybe I'm just so tired I won't care until tomorrow. Or maybe I'm just THAT Zen. Who knows.
Time to check in to some MLS programs, though.
On a totally other note, just to be all taunty to Suzanne, a reprint of the conversation we're having:
*totally out of context, for great justice*
Her: Great thing about manipulating men, they're so easily distracted.
You did not just hear me say that.
Me: I totally did, however.
Her: I deny everything.
Me: I have incriminating photographs.
Her: Look! A bunny!
Me: *looks at self* Yes?
Her: grr. Look! A shiney... thing... on the ground!
*grabs evidence*
Me: *police helicopters appear from nowhere*
Her: My wiley female manipulation skills are obviously dulled by the fever
Me: Perhaps. Or the internet. Or perhaps I am wise to your evil female ways.
Her: Perhaps I should not have explicitly stated that I had evil female ways. I might have kept it secret longer...
Me: That generally helps. I believe they're supposed to be evil SUBTLE female ways.
Her: It's the fever. I'm telling you.
Me: So you say.
Her: Look, I may not be subtle, but I am still female, and evil, and I am radiating an infectious disease so watch yerself.
Me: The internet will protect me!
Her: Not forever, it won't
Me: Well, at least until 2:30 tomorrow.
Her: is that when you get off your 'shift' ?
Me: Yah
Her: I don't know why I put shift in quotes
..or half-quotes. whatever.
Me: You were being so wily and female, you couldn't even tell that's what you were doing?
Her: Do I ever get to hear the end of this, or what?
Me: Well, when you put it like THAT...no.
Posted by Dwip at October 25, 2005 7:29 PMYet again proving that girls are evil and clueless. A very dangerous combination.
Posted by: Whir at October 25, 2005 11:41 PMFemale wiles have their place, but i kind of enjoy them try to work their futile skills on me. Especially when i get to put the women in their place at the end of the day.
Posted by: Clyos at October 26, 2005 10:46 AMAlso, if you ask me or whir, all women are evil and wiley, so it's not like you were hiding anything.
Posted by: Clyos at October 26, 2005 11:16 AMDoes your gf know about this, Cole?
Posted by: Dwip at October 26, 2005 11:51 AMNo no, they're all evil. But some don't possess the cognitive capacity to be wiley.
Posted by: Whir at October 26, 2005 2:09 PMYes, yes she does, but the reason she is my GF is that she puts up with it quite nicely.
Posted by: Clyos at October 27, 2005 8:22 AM"puts up with it" = "biding her time until the fruition of some wiley plot"
It is good you underestimate us. It makes our job easier.
Posted by: suz at October 27, 2005 5:25 PM