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It's that time of year again
Mar. 7th, 2006 08:08 pmWhen the ghastly U of C consumes your flesh and bones and tops the feast off by popping your soul into its mouth without so much as an "Mmmm, crunchy!"
Souls go straight to your hips though, so we'll have our revenge come swimsuit season.
In the meantime, there's finals to contend with.
For my Feminism in Japan class, we conveniently (and by 'convenient' I mean NOT) have a group website project, final journal entry, and 8-10 page paper due within like 24 hours of eachother. Seriously, who's boneheaded idea was that?
One paper each for my Lycett and Anthropology of Travel classes due next Friday.
It is possible that the only assignment I will enjoy in the least is my Anth. of Travel paper. It's about 'defining borders'. Which is totally cool and orders of magnitude more complicated than it sounds at firstsighthearing.
Also, fruits and vegetables really are a neccessary part of a college student's diet... you really miss them after 3 weeks of frozen buns and plain-ish pasta.
Is it weird that it pleases me when my friends have dreams that are as crazy/fucked up as mine are?
The windows are done. We have to send back the form to re-lease our apartment. I need to find a better summer job. And CVS still (after almost a week) doesn't have my contact storage solution, so I'm still faking it and using the cleaner... if only my glasses Rx wasn't like 3 years old. Jeremy comes back tomorrow, but it doesn't seem like anyone can get him at the airport. Hopefully we'll have a better idea where the two of us will be spending like the next 5 years soon (Sushu stop gloating, you bum). And I should shower and do laundry but don't feel quite compelled enough to do either.
And I can't open my desk drawer because there's crap in front of my desk that's really freaking heavy!
Also I have baby envy because I saw a baby today that wasn't my nephew.
Sushu still owes me a comic about the End of the World and coconut heads.
I like how when I send my Mom an email about how I had the awful, terrible stomach flu she's only concerned about my dentist appointment.
I'm feeling the love, yo. Right here. ...in my middle finger!
Souls go straight to your hips though, so we'll have our revenge come swimsuit season.
In the meantime, there's finals to contend with.
For my Feminism in Japan class, we conveniently (and by 'convenient' I mean NOT) have a group website project, final journal entry, and 8-10 page paper due within like 24 hours of eachother. Seriously, who's boneheaded idea was that?
One paper each for my Lycett and Anthropology of Travel classes due next Friday.
It is possible that the only assignment I will enjoy in the least is my Anth. of Travel paper. It's about 'defining borders'. Which is totally cool and orders of magnitude more complicated than it sounds at first
Also, fruits and vegetables really are a neccessary part of a college student's diet... you really miss them after 3 weeks of frozen buns and plain-ish pasta.
Is it weird that it pleases me when my friends have dreams that are as crazy/fucked up as mine are?
The windows are done. We have to send back the form to re-lease our apartment. I need to find a better summer job. And CVS still (after almost a week) doesn't have my contact storage solution, so I'm still faking it and using the cleaner... if only my glasses Rx wasn't like 3 years old. Jeremy comes back tomorrow, but it doesn't seem like anyone can get him at the airport. Hopefully we'll have a better idea where the two of us will be spending like the next 5 years soon (Sushu stop gloating, you bum). And I should shower and do laundry but don't feel quite compelled enough to do either.
And I can't open my desk drawer because there's crap in front of my desk that's really freaking heavy!
Also I have baby envy because I saw a baby today that wasn't my nephew.
Sushu still owes me a comic about the End of the World and coconut heads.
I like how when I send my Mom an email about how I had the awful, terrible stomach flu she's only concerned about my dentist appointment.
I'm feeling the love, yo. Right here. ...in my middle finger!
