My psych professor can blow my balls.
Published Tuesday, September 20, 2005 by Lara | E-mail this post
I don't have balls. But, if I did, he COULD NOT blow them! Because I hate him. Well, not hate, but I think he is an ignorant foolish old drum beating man who believes in chakras, or at least teaches us about them. Anyway.
He had this drum made for him when he was 41 or so and it's a special Native American drum. It helps you meditate. Someone named Silver Eagle or something made it for him. After telling us that he was going to play the 200 beat per minute drum thingy (I don't know what it's called), he instructed us to search for our "power animals". What the hell...What the fuck is a power animal, you may be asking. A power animal, well, I'm really not sure. I think it is like some sort of animal that you have a special connection with. It's stupid. His power animal is an eagle. So, he did the drum thing for eight minutes. I am going to drop that class because it seems like we meditate everyday. And I don't want to waste my time meditating during class.
I think that I am an angry person. Adam has fun times with the King of Sealand and their correspondence and I just get angry. Oh well.
"Anger is in the mind and the mind can be controlled...." from Sarek of Vulcn
He's a a Crown PRINCE, not a King Lara, get it straight :).
And you DO sound angry.