I'll second that!

I hereby assign the business of college for preventing me from logging on to the Downs for so long!!

I assign unclear essay prompts that force me to attempt to read the teacher's mind.

I assign the characteristic about me that says that though I don't fall often, I fall hard when I do...

And by the same token, I also assign falling hard for a guy who probably only sees me as a friend...when he sees me at all.

...And the girl who hates me for it.

I assign my face for blushing when I don't want it to...silly fair skin...

I assign the awkwardness of visiting home after a month or so of being away at school...I feel like I don't fit either place.

I assign drama that should have ended with secondary school being carried over and multiplied here in the college setting. bah. I thought we were adults, but some of us clearly aren't.

J'aussi!

Even worse, when they change their mind about where I want titles, works cited, ect, after you've turned in your wonderful polished final draft... Sigh, professors...

~Ka

John Steinbeck novels.

Being stuck in the Detroit airports, like Oro and I were for 4 extra hours last thursday.

Derrida.

Haha, really? I'm just reading Of mice and men for school. It's not that bad, not that it'd be very good either, but it's diffcult to say since I haven't read it yet to the end.

I assign biochemistry, and analytical chemistry.
The first may not be so bad if our prof was a bit better... mind you, he's HILARIOUS, but at the end of the lecture you sit there and wonder... what exactly did I learn

Analytical, on the other hand, is a nightmare. I am probably one of the clumsiest men in the whole of creation... and I'm supposed to be precise to 0.03ml??? on top of that, we are not even allowed to use the "new" equipment which makes it far easier. There's a lovely mechanic pipette bulb that you control by flipping up and down a little switch... I can use those to perfection... but use my index FINGER to stop one end of the pipette while carefully letting it drip, slowly enough that I'll manage to stop it RIGHT when the meniscus of the solution reaches the mark is.... well, impossible. For me.

Not to mention the fact that we are not allowed to wear gloves, and now my fingers are consistently dark purple (silver nitrate stains) or yellow (hydrochloric acid burns).

Getting a C in an exam which your teacher agrees you should have got an A in ("The examiner must have been drunk!"). It being too late to have it remarked.

People who just will not take the hint.

If I've stopped replying to your messages it's because I don't want to talk to you. If I've turned my phone off to stop you ringing me it's because I don't want to talk to you. That does not mean turn up at my door and ask me if I'm ok! I'm fine! Or at least I would be if you would leave me alone!

/rant :o

Suitors again, I'll bet!

Proud icy maiden, forenamed Kath
That such manifold beauties hath
Pause as you rend at loving pleas
Come on, listen, I'm on my knees...

Ahem.

I decided to give Grapes of Wrath a bash this summer.
Blimey O'Reilly.
Fingolfin, I feel your pain.
Derrida, ditto.

While we're condemning John Steinbeck to a lifetime of misery in Mordor (Cameo, anyone?) I'll add my voice to the call. I was forced to read Of Mice and Men two years ago; it wasn't bad but the analysis was incredibly dull.

I'll assign the preparations for moving and cleaning up 17 years of crap. Especially the stuff I remember saving because "I might need it" or "I can think of a million and one uses for that!"

And also being without internet access for nearly three weeks.

And my brother too, who is sitting beside me as I type and mocking the Barrow-downs. Yes, I do say mocking. Go to Mordor, Sam. Do not pass go, do not collect Mr. Frodo.

Earphones breaking, again, for no reason that I see...

Suddenly being in charge of an essembly for a couple of hundred year 10s and 11s in about a week. Eeek. :eek:

To Mordor with deadlines!

nerdiness galore
 

I suppose this means Biochem as a subject isn't really that bad in itself?

And here I thought it's perfectly okay to miss the mark by a few micrometers or something. Maybe that's why we always get weird results when we titrate. Heh. And I can sympathise with the pipette use. Have you ever tried having to use a malfunctioning aspirator? I send that to Mordor.

I had to use a dripping pipette once and spilled some sodium hydroxide on my hand. Thank goodness we were using a very dilute solution.

Ehem. Anyways. Poor Kath. They can really be that dense.

Even cleaning up after just a year of school is hard. I've regretted disposing of countless notes thinking I would never use them again, so now I'm hesitant to throw anything away.

The unfairly pervasive and nauseating smell of popcorn.

Nooooooo!! How about the smell of that horrible fake butter instead? In fact, let me sign the aisles in stores where they offer cleaning supplies & scented candles.

And I assign to Mordor the feeling that I'll be young, beautiful and desireable forever. It's a good feeling, but it's a lie.

If anyone can help it, never read The Pearl. It goes on the list of all time worst books I've ever read. We're reading Of Mice and Men in English right now, and as usual I finished it early. I extremely disliked the ending.

Allergies! Hate 'em, especially when they continue even though the allergen has gone. Bah humbug.

Hmm, yes. Microwave popcorn, its taste and smell, belong in Mordor.

Real popcorn, done in the old-fashioned way - dried kernels cooked in oil in a pot on a stove, then salted while still hot - should be given a place of honour on any Hobbiton menu.

My sympathies with you about The Pearl. It begins quite nicely, and the middle development of the theme makes sense, but the ending is quite sparce...
The only Steinbeck that I've actually found a continuing message is in The Winter of Our Discontent, but it was too old-school humanist for me to like.

~ Ka

Ear-splitting high-pitched voices. From a boy. :rolleyes:

Now now.. what did Nilp do this time? :p

I assign apathy, specially from oneself towards important things like studying.

Apparantly he produced some Ear-splitting high-pitched voices.

I assign Buckley's (tm) Cough Syrup to Mordor. Not that I dont like it...

Almost falling asleep in chemistry lessons because of being so tired. I had to pinch myself to keep awake. I should really concentrate on lessons right now since the exam period is soon and I have no idea how I'm going to survive the chemistry exam. And concetrating during the lessons is not helped by the fact that chemistry is so boooring. :(

I assign the minutes that pass between thinking your car has been stolen ( :eek: ), and remembering that you parked it somewhere else ( :rolleyes: ).

I went through a similar incident when I thought I had my coat stolen from the downstairs of my church, only to realize my mom had taken it up for me.

Snow. I forgot how much milder the weather at school is. It's rainy and gray at school. It's snowy and lighter gray here. I don't want to drive in this after having been car-less for months! It's not even fun snow... it's the snow that is slush when it falls, slush when it hits, and slush when it turns the roads into murky brown slides sided by deep washed out ditches from the recent rain. Eew.

I assign to Mordor the grammatically illogical expression:

"I could care less."

The dolts who say this clearly mean "I could not care less", but are apparently too unconscious to realize they're screwing it up.

What's worse is that the expression is becoming the more common in the language. :rolleyes:

Look, folks, if you "could care less", it means that you actually could care less than you do, which means that what you are saying is actually the opposite of what you mean. Get it!?!? :rolleyes:

Nincompoops.

I assign New Line to Mordor, and this link will explain why: http://www.theonering.net/staticnews/1163993546.html

Public transport. Though only for today because I'll need it again tomorrow!

It took far too much effort to get back to uni today. Should have been three train rides with easy crossovers and a bus ride but no, various people in London had to go on strike so everything was delayed and so full you couldn't even move. When I got off at Clapham Junction I nearly took another person with me because we were so packed in I couldn't get out without her backing almost the whole way off the train.

Oh! And then I had to wait a full half hour for the bus, in the freezing cold I might add.

Everything is annoying when it does not work. . . I think Public Transportation is a brilliant thing/idea, but it is very annoying when it is under-funded.

That durned old trimester schedule at school...

Loosing my wallet, and having my father kindly chew my butt off over it. Minus the kindly part.

Now that I know that no-one has used my credit card in the last 24 hours, I'm not sure what upsets me more, loosing my wallet and all the lines, paper work and fees I'll have to pay, or the fact that my dad seems to perversely enjoy being a *censored by Farael's common sense* when there is nothing I can do about it.

I assign loving fathers that sometimes forget that one is old enough to deal with the consequences of one's own mistakes.

Nope, Farael and Rune, it wasn't Nilp. Though he could do produce those too to annoy me, if he thinks it's worth the effort.

I assign missing so much when you're gone for a week, and when you finally have the (short) time to catch up, you don't even know where to start.

I assign my computer bluescreening mid-way through Diamond's really awesome death scene. I Control-C'd it the second I realized what was happening, but the copy didn't hold when the system shut itself down. :(

December. As a general sort of thing. It came in with a night of illness followed by a day of feeling better, followed by a night of illness followed by a day of feeling better; two separate issues.

It came in with a cold front. I'm frozen from the inside out.

It's the last week of classes.

Christmas.

It's just not fun.