You better!

So today was my first day of "music appreciation", which I took to fill out my schedule for this semester...
The instructor seems a total douche. Not a bro douche, but a flamboyant marching band geek from California douche. He's literally a flamboyant marching band geek from California. He reminds me SO much of how I imagined Bandteacher1 to be. He even looks like the fake picture Bandteacher1 used of himself.

So I didn't really know what to expect in this class, as I knew nothing about it, but the instructor made it a point to start the class off with a spiel about how people mostly listen to all pop music and have a narrow scope of what they find appealing, and a power-point presentation with a list of music genres he likes...
I felt it was my duty to point out in his list that Avant-Guard is not a genre, and Techno is a very specific sub-genre of EDM.

He started us off with some atrocious World music accompanied by very ridiculous dance moves, if you want to call it that. Then he went into some terminology for music structure on his little keyboard, followed by showing us what woodwinds were... I then realized that for an entire semester, we would be subjected to him playing piano, bouncing around all chipper, and listening to all his favorite music.

Passing this class will be easy.
Enjoying it will not.
I should have taken the Pro-Tools class instead. :(

The existence of some courses in university still mystifies me. I think it was Dirty last year who was taking Dogs in Society to fill his own schedule. Baffling.

Please tell me this guy does not have some kind of music degree or diploma. Yikes.

I had to register in one more course this year to be full time, and the only one I could get into was a course on human sexuality. That's pretty much what it is - everything to do with sex. I'm taking it this term.

So my today has been so miserably hungover that for at least eight hours, I was vowing to myself that I'd never drink again.

I seriously broke my door to my bedroom...it is now leaning against the wall, unhinged.

I apparently sent really weird texts last night as well. Something about some vague abstract concept that I never explained being "absolved" and that I was going to ascend the hierarchy to the bottom of the top, because Jude.

I have no ****ing idea what I was talking about.

Today, I got a parking ticket because I left my car on the street for longer than 3 hours. However, the ticket has the wrong license plate number on it - two of the letters are wrong. So I'm off the hook this time. The other person who has that plate number will likely not have to do anything either because the odds of them having exactly the same make, model, and colour car as me are pretty slim. And they may not even live in the area. Plus half the ticket got washed away in the heavy rains so I don't even know the ticket number! But I won't be parking on the street again. It's cheaper to pay for public parking than it is for a ticket. The ticket was $40.

He said he had a masters in music something-or-another. I was beyond the point of caring by the time he said it.

A masters is a degree here. Well better than a degree.

you can only take a masters after you take a degree

it was probably a masters in something classical, cos he's out of step with the current trends and he's certainly not jiggy with it

I don't think Freebase was implying that a masters wasn't a degree.