What the fuck, it's like 60 degrees out
On December 11th.
I'm at home right now in self-imposed exile to work on my undergraduate research paper, which so far I've done close to nothing with. I feel kind of like I'm just doing this because I can't think of anything better to do, not so much because I want to.
Man, my future definitely does not lie in academia. I can't imagine having to write such dense, dry prose for a living. I guess some people like it though. I'd better figure out something else to do, because I'm thinkin' grad school ain't it. Maybe someday in the far-flung future, but sure as hell not anytime soon.
I'm at home right now in self-imposed exile to work on my undergraduate research paper, which so far I've done close to nothing with. I feel kind of like I'm just doing this because I can't think of anything better to do, not so much because I want to.
Man, my future definitely does not lie in academia. I can't imagine having to write such dense, dry prose for a living. I guess some people like it though. I'd better figure out something else to do, because I'm thinkin' grad school ain't it. Maybe someday in the far-flung future, but sure as hell not anytime soon.