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hmm.
really well rested.
should be doing reading of either crime, history of soc, history of anthro, or research materials for transpersonal anthropology.
instead i'm on here, and having a smoke. my lungs are going to reject out of my body. i'm just so fed up with the headaches, i don't even care.
yesterday i had aaaaall day to get work done. so i wake up when saph gets up to go to class, and my brain decides it wants to try and pass through my skull, or atleast thats what it felt like, cause it seemed to just take charging runs, and bounce off all day. didn't smoke any, took a sumatriptan and it did jack shit, so eventually rolled one, and by supper time i was feeling better, just in time to go to work, and not make any progress on reading or writing. motherfucker. so i could be doing that now, but i only have an hour and half till class, only an hour till i have to leave, and only half an hour till i have to go get ready, so there is really no point...right? RIGHT? i can justify it. it looks really gross out. stupid cold rain. all my pants are too long and they get soaked.
i would prolly just stay home if it weren't for anthro...maybe i will skip crime, that way i will get to see saph...and maybe it'll be stopped raining by then.
last class i had to give a presentation for anthro on cultural relativism and ethical universalism. really interesting topic, and i was completely prepared. got there and my hands were already shaking. i made it all the way to the front of the classroom, and my knees were buckling so i locked them, put my hands on the table so you couldn't see them vibrating, and i started to read. i made it to the end of the first page before i was gasping for air between words and almost dying. so i turned and wrote a couple terms out on the board, caught my breath, and finished my presentation. interested to see what i get on it.
now i'm toasty.
school feels nearly done for the semester...odd since basically all the work (essays exams) are still to come...
really well rested.
should be doing reading of either crime, history of soc, history of anthro, or research materials for transpersonal anthropology.
instead i'm on here, and having a smoke. my lungs are going to reject out of my body. i'm just so fed up with the headaches, i don't even care.
yesterday i had aaaaall day to get work done. so i wake up when saph gets up to go to class, and my brain decides it wants to try and pass through my skull, or atleast thats what it felt like, cause it seemed to just take charging runs, and bounce off all day. didn't smoke any, took a sumatriptan and it did jack shit, so eventually rolled one, and by supper time i was feeling better, just in time to go to work, and not make any progress on reading or writing. motherfucker. so i could be doing that now, but i only have an hour and half till class, only an hour till i have to leave, and only half an hour till i have to go get ready, so there is really no point...right? RIGHT? i can justify it. it looks really gross out. stupid cold rain. all my pants are too long and they get soaked.
i would prolly just stay home if it weren't for anthro...maybe i will skip crime, that way i will get to see saph...and maybe it'll be stopped raining by then.
last class i had to give a presentation for anthro on cultural relativism and ethical universalism. really interesting topic, and i was completely prepared. got there and my hands were already shaking. i made it all the way to the front of the classroom, and my knees were buckling so i locked them, put my hands on the table so you couldn't see them vibrating, and i started to read. i made it to the end of the first page before i was gasping for air between words and almost dying. so i turned and wrote a couple terms out on the board, caught my breath, and finished my presentation. interested to see what i get on it.
now i'm toasty.
school feels nearly done for the semester...odd since basically all the work (essays exams) are still to come...