Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
To the guys sitting on the 5th floor of the library at 9:30 on a Thursday night, chatting noisily while the rest of us try to study,
There is a "no shhh" zone for a reason. My fiance has a paper due in 25 minutes and we came up here because it was going to be too noisy to focus downstairs. The first time girls walked by and you started talking to them, we ignored it. The second time, when you gave up whispering and began talking louder and louder with them, we should not have had to shush you repeatedly before loudly asking you to please stop talking, or to whisper if you really needed to speak. And please, saying over and over "didn't you read the article today?" is not an excuse. Just because some girl gets hit on all the time on the fifth floor doesn't give you the license to be noisy.
Thank you, and goodnight,
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Some letters to the world, inanimate objects, and others:
Why must you make me so OCD? MY Isaiah paper remains under researched and un-outlined and here I sit, feeling the need to do anything but those things. It is due on thursday and I only have so much free time between now and then. If you would cease and desist with the distractedness and work a little harder on being good at focusing, that would be appreciated.
the rest of you
To the Daily Universe,
Please, do not call yourself a "news organization" claiming to print "real, newsworthy news on important issues and events" on the same day that you consume the entire front page with an article about dear john letters. In your own words, "If there's not a "so what" to the story, why would anyone want to care about it?" If you're going to call yourselves a news organization, print real news. Or don't, and continue to print whatever you want. However, the current hypocrisy will not be tolerated.
I only use you for the police beat and the sudoku,
a lover of truth
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I have never really cared for you (in Utah at least) as you generally just bring me cold fingers and cold ears and a cold nose and cold toes and the desire to stay inside with soup and hot chocolate and a book and to skip work and school entirely. However lately you have been mild and warm, easing me into this whole 'winter' thing that I disagree with so much. It's nice to compromise, isn't it?
the girl who wishes for spring all year long and only grudgingly accepts any other season...