I'm still standing; I'm still standing where you left me...
My linguistics professor cancelled our class for today because apparently he is stuck in an airport in Massachusetts or something. I wish I would have known that before I woke up this morning. And boy, aren't I glad that I stayed up WAY later than I wanted to doing his fucking homework assignment. Oh joy.
Anyway. I still have 2 classes today, Book Art and Russian. Shouldn't be too bad, we are having a critique in Book Art and Russian is always great. I didn't get to play 4-Square last night, and I was bummed. Apparently Chris and Brett both had shitloads of homework to do so they cancelled it. Oh well, there's always next week.
I am quite unhappy with the election results. But I don't really feel like ranting about it on here. All I have to say is, fuck voters who are blind to their own interests.
I am tired of being sad on the inside and faking contentedness on the outside. Not that I have any other choice. I just wish I could have that feeling of true, unadulterated happiness back. But I don't know if or when I will ever feel it again.
In other news, what I thought was a low D on my terrible Nietzsche exam is actually a solid C thanks to a separate grading scale from our Marx exam. So, yay for that. I am going to grab some Alpine Bagel.
Anyway. I still have 2 classes today, Book Art and Russian. Shouldn't be too bad, we are having a critique in Book Art and Russian is always great. I didn't get to play 4-Square last night, and I was bummed. Apparently Chris and Brett both had shitloads of homework to do so they cancelled it. Oh well, there's always next week.
I am quite unhappy with the election results. But I don't really feel like ranting about it on here. All I have to say is, fuck voters who are blind to their own interests.
I am tired of being sad on the inside and faking contentedness on the outside. Not that I have any other choice. I just wish I could have that feeling of true, unadulterated happiness back. But I don't know if or when I will ever feel it again.
In other news, what I thought was a low D on my terrible Nietzsche exam is actually a solid C thanks to a separate grading scale from our Marx exam. So, yay for that. I am going to grab some Alpine Bagel.