If they deal you down and dirty in a way you don't deserve

The tropical storm has pretty much passed. Those that got hit by the tornado are in some kind of shape but East Nashville is pretty much nothing but damp. Lucky me got to be awake for much of it what with Mr Man's fear of storms and how it's much easier to deal with them in an awake state. Then Mummy rang at 6:30 to make sure I hadn't been swept into the River and that was the last I saw of sleep. Almost fell asleep during Dick Van Dyke but couldn't because every now and then something amusing was said and awake I was.
School started today. If you're feeling technical school started yesterday but I don't have class on Mondays-so school started today. Was fuckin' soggy-I was drenched clear to my underwear by the time I got to class. Course, my stupid body is rebelling and clothes that fit Friday are too tight today which makes a girl feel miserable and I couldn't wear anything but loose fitting skirts (tho I did contemplate sweat pants-I felt that bad. Yesterday I did not have this problem. It's awful and makes me miserable and leaves me wearing long skirts on days of flooding. I digress.)
My first class is the one that I think will be the most interesting. There's only 7 people in the course and a diverse bunch we are. It's a music appreciation sort of shindig it could easily become esoteric. Let a moment in the class sum it up for you.
Guy: Then there are those songs that just rip at you-like "Patches"
Class: Oh God! "Patches! Or "Ole Shep!"
Me: OH! And that one (snaps fingers) OH!
Prof: "Teddy Bear!"
Me: That's it!

Or my rant about Alanis Morisette's crime against humanity: Jagged Little Pill Acoustic. I got diplomatic immunity to describe the most notable verse of the song "is she perverted like me are you thinking of me when you fuck her?") Then I sang a few bars. This is going to be an interesting class. OH ! But I must explain 'diplomatic immunity' you see it was noted that it is not appropriate to use the vernacular when discussing vernacular music. Now, I dunno if y'all know this about me-but I have a dirty dirty mouth. I can't write a grocery list without swearing. (What can I say, sometimes celery just pisses me off. Damn celery.) This I mentioned and E agreed that I am prone to swearing quite a lot-so, I think mostly as a way of picking on me-she said once per class if it is within the confines of the conversation I am welcome to say something that might be construed as inappropriate. So, I took the opportunity to make a reference to oral sex in theatres. Next week I hope to top this classy moment. Tho I don't know how that could be possible-since that was a shining moment in intellectual history. I bring shame to my family on a regular basis, and it's fun.

My second class of the day might be less fun. I want to enjoy it. I know that it will be valuable, but I fear it's not really my forte and thus will take a HUGE amount of effort on my part to be engaged in. I'm being very diplomatic here, honestly-this class is going to make me hate life for the next few months and I'm just hoping I am able to take it like a man. The syllabus put me into a vegatative state I can only imagine what the actual readings will be like. Lord have mercy on me. It'll be very beneficial. Very useful and based in reality. I will learn bunches. I will not spend all my time sobbing into my pillow and threatening to drop out.
I will play this song many times over the course of the semester:
If they deal you down and dirty in a way you don't deserve
You'll feel better if you take it like a man
If you let 'em drive you crazy, boy, they'll shut your business down
Shake it off and get your licks in when you can
'Cause the heart is all that matters in the end

-Kris Kristofferson "Heart"

and you might-in the same spirit by the same man want to think of this at some point when you see I'm going crazy more good advice from the poet:
Don't turn away there - hey - goddamn you, you used to love her
Turn on your father, sister, mother, mister
She was your friend.
Don't you condemn her, leave it to strangers
You ought to know her, give her a hand, if you can
But at least for Jesus Christ's sake, understand her.

Can you guess whose works I was enjoying on my long car ride today? I bet you can.
Peace and love