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I finished my intellectual freedom term paper! Presented it yesterday, got a couple of comments, revised slightly, proofread this morning, printed it out. Only two more term papers to go! \o/
Now: QUOTEBOARD!
Before a class in which we were discussing Whitman's "Song of Myself":
Jess: It smells like undergrads in here!
person 2: what do undergrads smell like?
Ashley: ignorance and fear.
Prof: and beer.
person 5: what would Whitman do?
Julie: Write SONG OF THE UNDERGRADUATES!
Kerry: It was that famous quote by Gandhi: You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
Preston: I must change myself into a human-robot hybrid, then.
Ashley: doot doot doo doot doot doo…
Alix: That’s what I’ve heard.
Ashley: *nods*
Alix: I don’t know if I agree, though. Jury’s still out on that one.
Ashley: Doot doot doot doo doo.
Alix: Ooo… I don’t know if I’d go THAT far.
The rest of these all came from last night. I had soda at dinner; I don't know what Alix's excuse was.
[we get into a discussion about squares]
Alix: pentagon, hexaton, octagon…
Ashley: DODECAHEDRON!
Alix: No, that’s… what, 12?
Ashley: 20, I think.
Alix: Twelve would be… du… no,
Ashley: 20-sided figure
Alix: di!
...
Ashley: *wibbles*
Alix: …
No! I don’t mean that! I don’t want you to die, Ashley.
Ashley: Yay!
Alix: Altho since you HAVE already paid the rent…
Alix: Ashley, if you’re not careful I’m going to write an anthropological study on you.
Ashley: yay!
Alix: as the missing link.
Ashley: …between what?
Alix: I’m not sure.
Ashley: I think I see myself as the missing link between pop culture and academia.
Alix: I was going to say, the missing link between lemurs and Apatosaurus.
Ashley: [starts laughing]
Alix: hey! I didn’t say it was going to be a well-respected study!
Alix: There’s epic stuff goin' down tonight!
Ashley: there is!
Alix: there’s epic stuff goin' down in this apartment! And by epic stuff, I mean I think they’re pumping drugs through the vents.
Ashley: I don’t think we need them, actually.
Ashley: guess what I’m doing!
Alix: not homework.
Ashley: nope. I’m taking a picture of myself and drawing a goatee on it so I know what my evil twin looks like.
Alix: [almost chokes on her drink]
(I was, actually. Here's my evil twin, so you can recognize her in case you ever meet her:)
(Actually, I was originally trying to do it with this photo. I discovered that happy pictures don't make for good evil twins:)
Ashley: when I get my phd, I want to get ridiculously fancy regalia. And instead of a mortarboard, I want one of those hats that looks like a THROW PILLOW!
Alix: Get out of my room.
(Alix then introduced me to the wonders of Portuguese academic regalia. Women get gigantic capes with girl scout patches! DO WANT!)
ONLY ONE MORE WEEK OF CLASSES!
Now: QUOTEBOARD!
Before a class in which we were discussing Whitman's "Song of Myself":
Jess: It smells like undergrads in here!
person 2: what do undergrads smell like?
Ashley: ignorance and fear.
Prof: and beer.
person 5: what would Whitman do?
Julie: Write SONG OF THE UNDERGRADUATES!
Kerry: It was that famous quote by Gandhi: You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
Preston: I must change myself into a human-robot hybrid, then.
Ashley: doot doot doo doot doot doo…
Alix: That’s what I’ve heard.
Ashley: *nods*
Alix: I don’t know if I agree, though. Jury’s still out on that one.
Ashley: Doot doot doot doo doo.
Alix: Ooo… I don’t know if I’d go THAT far.
The rest of these all came from last night. I had soda at dinner; I don't know what Alix's excuse was.
[we get into a discussion about squares]
Alix: pentagon, hexaton, octagon…
Ashley: DODECAHEDRON!
Alix: No, that’s… what, 12?
Ashley: 20, I think.
Alix: Twelve would be… du… no,
Ashley: 20-sided figure
Alix: di!
...
Ashley: *wibbles*
Alix: …
No! I don’t mean that! I don’t want you to die, Ashley.
Ashley: Yay!
Alix: Altho since you HAVE already paid the rent…
Alix: Ashley, if you’re not careful I’m going to write an anthropological study on you.
Ashley: yay!
Alix: as the missing link.
Ashley: …between what?
Alix: I’m not sure.
Ashley: I think I see myself as the missing link between pop culture and academia.
Alix: I was going to say, the missing link between lemurs and Apatosaurus.
Ashley: [starts laughing]
Alix: hey! I didn’t say it was going to be a well-respected study!
Alix: There’s epic stuff goin' down tonight!
Ashley: there is!
Alix: there’s epic stuff goin' down in this apartment! And by epic stuff, I mean I think they’re pumping drugs through the vents.
Ashley: I don’t think we need them, actually.
Ashley: guess what I’m doing!
Alix: not homework.
Ashley: nope. I’m taking a picture of myself and drawing a goatee on it so I know what my evil twin looks like.
Alix: [almost chokes on her drink]
(I was, actually. Here's my evil twin, so you can recognize her in case you ever meet her:)
(Actually, I was originally trying to do it with this photo. I discovered that happy pictures don't make for good evil twins:)
Ashley: when I get my phd, I want to get ridiculously fancy regalia. And instead of a mortarboard, I want one of those hats that looks like a THROW PILLOW!
Alix: Get out of my room.
(Alix then introduced me to the wonders of Portuguese academic regalia. Women get gigantic capes with girl scout patches! DO WANT!)
ONLY ONE MORE WEEK OF CLASSES!