so far my 27th year can be characterized as...
less useless. take that 26. don't let the door hit ya where god split ya.
we have had some department meetings for the local this week. these meetings have been disappointing for numerous reasons. i will now let you know what those are. aren't I swell. there have been three meetings. i have pedalled my ass up to OISE for each of these. three people have attended these meetings. at one meeting there was one person, at another two, and from my activisty department the sum total of zero. now you may say, yah, nick is mad cause no one wants to get involved with the union. not so dear friends. i understand the trials and tribulations of student life...i have been pretending to be terribly vexed by it for months. i know people are too busy to do anything else. especially when they only have a year to do a thesis m.a., and are still functioning under the illusion that is going to happen. what pisses me off is these people, some of whom are around, DON'T COME TO THE MEETINGS FOR THE FREE FUCKING PIZZA!!!
Cause where does that leave me friends? I will tell you where it leaves me, way the fuck outside of pizzadelphia. we have only had pizza at one meeting so far. I figured we put the pizza thing on the notice, and people will show up for pizza. That is what I have done at the beginning of every year, and I have even tried at the beginning of every semester, the entire time I have been a student. You see a meeting with free pizza and you go to it. And you eat. And you leave. That is one of the few ivory tower payoffs there are. It should be accrued.
So yah, two days I expected pizza and it was not forthcoming. When the sole person showed up to the meeting today I felt so bad there wasn't pizza for her that I said I would give her $5 to go get a slice, or if she wanted two slices I would give $7. She told me not to worry about it. But I do. That is just kind of my style. If I showed up to a meeting expecting pizza and there wasn't any I would weep.
I will get my share of delicious pizza tommorow evening when Leslie, my aunt, comes to my house to watch Grey's Anatomy with me and we have a pizza party. I have heard this unconfirmed rumour that this is the type of activity that numerous people would engage in under the moniker of "hanging out" with someone they were dating. Poppycock says I.
I then read my friend derek's comments on my friend lee's blog and realized that I don't know a lot about stuff that I probably should know about. Signified...signifier, better get on that train. I had the same feeling while participating in a internet chat session with lee and my sister lara. Perhaps I should sign up for a fancy grad course and get my dialectic of insecurity on.
I haven't heard back from the journal who was supposed to publish me yet. This is kind of disconcerting. I am pretty sure they are going to tell me to fuck right off cause my revisions were so late. That would be...appropriate, but I wouldn't like it very much.
So tommorow is going to be a less dissapointing day because I don't care that no one is going to show up for our meeting, I forget which department it is for, though I believe it might be Human Development and Applied Psychology...if that department exists. I am not sure that it does.
I sent in two requests for transcrips today. One to the good ol' U of R and the other to U of T. U of T can't give me mine without a credit card number...I guess my $6,628 dollars in tuition only goes so for...[aneurysm goes here].
we have had some department meetings for the local this week. these meetings have been disappointing for numerous reasons. i will now let you know what those are. aren't I swell. there have been three meetings. i have pedalled my ass up to OISE for each of these. three people have attended these meetings. at one meeting there was one person, at another two, and from my activisty department the sum total of zero. now you may say, yah, nick is mad cause no one wants to get involved with the union. not so dear friends. i understand the trials and tribulations of student life...i have been pretending to be terribly vexed by it for months. i know people are too busy to do anything else. especially when they only have a year to do a thesis m.a., and are still functioning under the illusion that is going to happen. what pisses me off is these people, some of whom are around, DON'T COME TO THE MEETINGS FOR THE FREE FUCKING PIZZA!!!
Cause where does that leave me friends? I will tell you where it leaves me, way the fuck outside of pizzadelphia. we have only had pizza at one meeting so far. I figured we put the pizza thing on the notice, and people will show up for pizza. That is what I have done at the beginning of every year, and I have even tried at the beginning of every semester, the entire time I have been a student. You see a meeting with free pizza and you go to it. And you eat. And you leave. That is one of the few ivory tower payoffs there are. It should be accrued.
So yah, two days I expected pizza and it was not forthcoming. When the sole person showed up to the meeting today I felt so bad there wasn't pizza for her that I said I would give her $5 to go get a slice, or if she wanted two slices I would give $7. She told me not to worry about it. But I do. That is just kind of my style. If I showed up to a meeting expecting pizza and there wasn't any I would weep.
I will get my share of delicious pizza tommorow evening when Leslie, my aunt, comes to my house to watch Grey's Anatomy with me and we have a pizza party. I have heard this unconfirmed rumour that this is the type of activity that numerous people would engage in under the moniker of "hanging out" with someone they were dating. Poppycock says I.
I then read my friend derek's comments on my friend lee's blog and realized that I don't know a lot about stuff that I probably should know about. Signified...signifier, better get on that train. I had the same feeling while participating in a internet chat session with lee and my sister lara. Perhaps I should sign up for a fancy grad course and get my dialectic of insecurity on.
I haven't heard back from the journal who was supposed to publish me yet. This is kind of disconcerting. I am pretty sure they are going to tell me to fuck right off cause my revisions were so late. That would be...appropriate, but I wouldn't like it very much.
So tommorow is going to be a less dissapointing day because I don't care that no one is going to show up for our meeting, I forget which department it is for, though I believe it might be Human Development and Applied Psychology...if that department exists. I am not sure that it does.
I sent in two requests for transcrips today. One to the good ol' U of R and the other to U of T. U of T can't give me mine without a credit card number...I guess my $6,628 dollars in tuition only goes so for...[aneurysm goes here].