Chill and let my Father do His Job
My EC paper was a joke - the last three pages were just me orgasming over Donna Haraway, and the rest of it was just a haphazard list of the names of theorists. I wish I had the nerve to be Anthony, who said: "Guess what, I'm doing 5 pages and 3 theorists. He should be happy I'm doing it at all." (we were supposed to do 7 pages and 10 theorists).
I'm pissed at HD for having a final, not only because it's useless, and not only because it means I'm going to be in a mad rush tomorrow to start/finish my Marxist paper and get it to Douglas, but it also means that I'm getting tons of messages through that goddamn listserve asking things like, "Um, I know Transformations was written in 1971, but were some poems written earlier or later?" Then, of course, I receive a thousand responses. First of all, it doesn;t matter, because the collection was published in 1971. Second, in the time it took you to write that e-mail, couldn't you have just used google?
Today I wrote the following note to Brower: "Dear Brower. I love you. Even though I live off-campus this year, I had a meal plan, and it was the best decision of my life. The average three days a week I ate meals at Brower were the highlights of my senior year at Rutgers. I wish I could eat at Brower for the rest of my life. Love, SW."
Then ilovemrdarcy told Brower not to get a restraining order against me. The sad part - my letter wasn't even a tiny bit sarcastic.
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I'm pissed at HD for having a final, not only because it's useless, and not only because it means I'm going to be in a mad rush tomorrow to start/finish my Marxist paper and get it to Douglas, but it also means that I'm getting tons of messages through that goddamn listserve asking things like, "Um, I know Transformations was written in 1971, but were some poems written earlier or later?" Then, of course, I receive a thousand responses. First of all, it doesn;t matter, because the collection was published in 1971. Second, in the time it took you to write that e-mail, couldn't you have just used google?
Today I wrote the following note to Brower: "Dear Brower. I love you. Even though I live off-campus this year, I had a meal plan, and it was the best decision of my life. The average three days a week I ate meals at Brower were the highlights of my senior year at Rutgers. I wish I could eat at Brower for the rest of my life. Love, SW."
Then ilovemrdarcy told Brower not to get a restraining order against me. The sad part - my letter wasn't even a tiny bit sarcastic.
Another hot icon, eh?