EXPLICIT ENOUGH? TOO INSINUATING AND SMUG?
when i write essays and papers, i sometimes leave little notes to myself in capital letters or bold font, like the subject line of this entry. in fact, i think my entire essay is too insinuating and smug. it is a lot of big words strung together with some freudian analysis and name dropping of literary theorists. but it's better than my last essay for this class, which was absolute crap and earned me roughly (as far as i can figure out with the british marking system) a B+. so hurrah for pretentious vocabularies.
good lord. these essays have taken over my life. i have never had such well structured papers before, it is a little bizarre. i can't wait to print them out and go away for the weekend and just forget all about them. ugh. i think every e-mail i've written in the last two weeks has talked about essays.
it is 5:04. i am ready for either dinner or bed.
speaking of dinner, last night was the one dinner in my whole life that wheaton will pay for. pretty decent of them, since i am handing over my soul as collateral for tuition dollars owed. i like that- "tuition dollars" it's like they're not real dollars. like monopoly money or something. anyway, we went out to this nice italian restaraunt where 10 people managed to run up a bill of over £200. i'm so proud of us. we all oohed and ahhed over mike gousie's wheaton credit card (it actually says "wheaton college" on it) and then took wheaton for all its worth. well, almost. we didn't go to the strip club next door. which, incidentally, had advertisements for "pole idol." apparently we were eating in the red light district. if so, it was the classiest red light district ever. the student pubs i frequent are much more sketchier.
good lord. these essays have taken over my life. i have never had such well structured papers before, it is a little bizarre. i can't wait to print them out and go away for the weekend and just forget all about them. ugh. i think every e-mail i've written in the last two weeks has talked about essays.
it is 5:04. i am ready for either dinner or bed.
speaking of dinner, last night was the one dinner in my whole life that wheaton will pay for. pretty decent of them, since i am handing over my soul as collateral for tuition dollars owed. i like that- "tuition dollars" it's like they're not real dollars. like monopoly money or something. anyway, we went out to this nice italian restaraunt where 10 people managed to run up a bill of over £200. i'm so proud of us. we all oohed and ahhed over mike gousie's wheaton credit card (it actually says "wheaton college" on it) and then took wheaton for all its worth. well, almost. we didn't go to the strip club next door. which, incidentally, had advertisements for "pole idol." apparently we were eating in the red light district. if so, it was the classiest red light district ever. the student pubs i frequent are much more sketchier.