Girl Stories

Am I allowed to write about girls on this thing? I get dumped on by enough girls (and vice versa) that I think it would make my blog a lot more interesting if I were allowed to write about all of my drama. The problem with that idea, of course, is that a lot of my friends read this and there's no telling when the girl(s) that I want to gossip about are going to log on and be pissed that I write about them. After all, it was under just such a situation that this page got opened to the public in the first place.

The main page for the project that I do for BYU is finished, and today we were trying to figure out how to get the domain name pointed to it correctly, but we got it and the page is official as of today. I've been working on a module that sorts the images into galleries, and I finished the part that allowed a random image from the gallery to be displayed. I was uploading this just as my boss was sending out the announcement that the web site was done. You, there are several files and changes to the database that happen while I'm uploading a modification, so the web site looks screwed up for probably 2 minutes while I'm uploading things. These, of course, were the exact two minutes in which the dean of the college received the email and looked at the web page. Drama ensued.

I'm in this art history class at the Salt Lake Center, and my teachers a little weird (but that's another issue), so there's this one kid that always has these great comments, but the problem is that he won't listen to what the professor says about it. So he has this really good question yesterday about this Goya painting, but instead of letting the teacher answer him, he starts trying to convince the teacher that he's wrong. That's a dangerous move. So the teachers like, fine if you wanna keep discussing this, see me after class, right? But the kid just won't let it go, and then when the teacher contradicts him, the kids all, fine, just drop it; and then the teacher got pissed. He's all, you're the one that keeps dragging it out, so don't tell me what I can and can't drop in my own class, and you need to learn your place, and I'm the teacher, and I've studied this for who knows how long and I think I know what I'm talking about. It was way uncomfortable. Sweet drama.