Thanks to everyone!
I really appreciate the comments regarding the landlord fiasco. I reread them because they make me laugh my evil laugh and realise I don't care quite so much.
Past three days I'm marking papers like a mad woman (final exam is tonight and I'll had papers back then) . Final exam is completed and ready to give out 6pm this evening. After that, I'll have a couple days to mark the exams and get final grades into the office.
And then the class is done!
I shall be so very very lazy on my weekends and evenings!
In other news, since getting over that silly cough that hung about for the extra week after the cold - I've been to the gym three times since Friday and went golfing on Saturday. I like golfing. It was fun and funny.
Conversation between myself and the real golfer on our team regarding my technique:
Him: "if you hit the ball, don't worry - it will, um go. Trust me... They are built to go, so..."
Me: "So stop trying to KILL the golfball?"
Him: "Yes. Please."
Me: "So I don't need to smack it as hard as I can? I can think about just making good contact and keeping it on the fairway?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "So I can stop with the missing it completely and almost knocking myself unconscious with the golf club? And stop firing the ball at ninety-million miles an hour into the nearest tree where it then rebounds back at us like a sick frantic army-military exercise?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "... for what it's worth, I'm more used to baseball."
Hee.
Past three days I'm marking papers like a mad woman (final exam is tonight and I'll had papers back then) . Final exam is completed and ready to give out 6pm this evening. After that, I'll have a couple days to mark the exams and get final grades into the office.
And then the class is done!
I shall be so very very lazy on my weekends and evenings!
In other news, since getting over that silly cough that hung about for the extra week after the cold - I've been to the gym three times since Friday and went golfing on Saturday. I like golfing. It was fun and funny.
Conversation between myself and the real golfer on our team regarding my technique:
Him: "if you hit the ball, don't worry - it will, um go. Trust me... They are built to go, so..."
Me: "So stop trying to KILL the golfball?"
Him: "Yes. Please."
Me: "So I don't need to smack it as hard as I can? I can think about just making good contact and keeping it on the fairway?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "So I can stop with the missing it completely and almost knocking myself unconscious with the golf club? And stop firing the ball at ninety-million miles an hour into the nearest tree where it then rebounds back at us like a sick frantic army-military exercise?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "... for what it's worth, I'm more used to baseball."
Hee.
posted by jenn at 7:23 p.m.
5 Comments:
We are so totally going to play golf next time we get together.
ROFL!!
That sounds like it was a damned good time.
No, no! Smack the golf ball! Smack the golf ball!
*much laughing of Bears*
Ahhh ha ha ha, I didn't know you and I had that in common too! In high school they called me Melly the headhunter because I was dangerous with hockey sticks and golf clubs. It just sounds like so much fun, I wish I could've seen you.
Sorry about your stupid stupid landlord; there's a special hell for sexist stupid landlords you know, they get to live with all of our broken shit forever and ever. It'll be like a maze they'll get out of one hellish suite only to find another with different broken shit.
Behold! Why I will never play golf. I ain't got the patience.
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