I was working on homework for my interviewing class just a few minutes ago when I heard a voice.
"Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices isn't a good sign."
Thanks, Miss Granger. 10 points shall be awarded to Gryffindor for your wealth of knowledge.
It was a man's voice. At first I thought it was my father. A bit odd, I thought. For my dad to be awake this late and speaking so loud and clearly. Hang on, that isn't his voice at all, I rationalized. It's the weather radio!
Oh noes. We's abouts ta get ourselves a storm up in here!
Or something like that. I just saw lightning outside of my window (although I did not hear the thunder.) Old mother faithful is saying we have a tornado watch until 5 am. I wish Mother Hubbard didn't start talking as soon as I opened the page. RAGE.
On a related note, I despise my online writing class. It is labeled as a writing course. It's supposed to be "Writing for the Web" not "How to Format a Webpage 101." If I wanted that, I would take an HTML course. Or I'd just pay one of my computer friends to do everything for me. I thought it was going to be a course about adequately personifying yourself for an online audience. We regularly have to check out obscure blogs and webpages and write about our feelings toward those pages. Excuse me? Yes. "There's too much purple." "I don't like all of the white space." "When I look at this page, I want to punch babies."
MORE LIGHTNING. me gusta.
"When this page opens, it sings to me. Literally. I can't make it stop." "This link is no longer available."
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