"If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible. It should be, um, smelly."

Sorry for the long quote as a subject.  But only Giles can fully express the depth of my distaste for the educational system at the moment.  It truly, truly makes me wish I had a plotbunny and an outlet at the moment for venting. Except I have no math teacher characters. (This is partly because they would turn into my father, and I have one of those already. Admittedly, in history and/or English and/or magical and/or military and/or general all around TEACHER guy. Except in math, as... uh, he is so bad at it as to be in danger of bankrupting himself if he's allowed near a pocketbook.  Why is he so cute? And he IS.  Aaaah. Except he's minorly an ass, not really nice to his baby boy, and while he's morally wonderful and socially and politically active... one on one? Not so fun. Unless you share his sadistic sense of humor. Meaning mostly unless you're me.)

Anyway.

Method? Should NEVER be accepted as a substitute for analysis.  *Disgust* Because people learn method and don't learn the thing itself.  Just... UGH.  It makes me SICK, that people know how to use the tray but don't actually know a DAMN THING about what they're doing. It honestly just makes me sick.  *Shudders*

Tommy Tunes tonight. I may give you guys pictures of the GORGEOUSNESS of my dress (and the somewhat undermined gorgeousness of me in it).  And I'll let ya know how my gayboy does.  ...i want food...

...I also want to play with Adrian. WHY IS HE AWESOME?!