In which there is much rambling and boredom
Why hello there Livejournal. It's been a while.
This is the fall semester of my junior year, and I am freaking out. One and a half more years of undergraduate left. Granted, I'm hopefully going to Grad school after (phD here I come!), but still. Grad school is an entirely different world; I have to be an adult soon and I really don't want to, especially if where I end up going means I'm going to be all alone. Also there are bills and taxes and things that I may or may not completely understand--ugh.
In other news, I have so much work to do that I might shoot myself. For Whitman class, I'm doing a study concerning Whitman's modern global reception. This means that I am getting on as many forums as humanly possible and asking people what they think of Dear Uncle Walt--the reponses have been interesting (albeit scant) so far; on Facebook people are arguing about it. While this is totally awesome and so interesting, it means a shit ton of work. In addition to that, New Media wants a 7 page paper due at the same time as the Whitman project (which consists of a 15-20 page paper or the equivalent thereof). At the same time in New Media I am reading nearly 100 pages a go and trying to plan an ARG project in all of two weeks. Also there is a short story due that I have not even thought about. This will also be 20 pages.
Kill me. Exam week will be cake. I only have two exams and one does not involve studying. Pfft.
Speaking of Whitman class, I am so incredibly happy that I decided to stay with it. I love everyone in it, and I feel like the whole class has gotten kind of close, what with our blubbering in the LoC and such. I also want Brendon to be my new best friend because he is hilarious. When we worked on our Wound Dresser project, we ended up sitting in the Nest for 2 hours or so and talking. Yay for me..branching out, or whatever it is that I don't do well socially (i.e. everything). I'm also madly a little bit in love with Whitman, both the man and his poetry. Yesterday, we were talking about Whitman's death and how much his body was damaged by the time that he died, so he must have been in an incredibly amount of pain. Apparently, the only organ that was completely healthy was his heart. Oh, Walt. I teared up in class and hid behind my computer screen.
There are no romantic developments to speak of. I remain a creeper as always.
And there you go. Mostly I was sick of looking at my whiny, "I do not have a boyfriend and all possibilities of one are douchebags" post.
Cheers,
Meg
PS. Stefany would like everyone to know that she wants to sleep.
This is the fall semester of my junior year, and I am freaking out. One and a half more years of undergraduate left. Granted, I'm hopefully going to Grad school after (phD here I come!), but still. Grad school is an entirely different world; I have to be an adult soon and I really don't want to, especially if where I end up going means I'm going to be all alone. Also there are bills and taxes and things that I may or may not completely understand--ugh.
In other news, I have so much work to do that I might shoot myself. For Whitman class, I'm doing a study concerning Whitman's modern global reception. This means that I am getting on as many forums as humanly possible and asking people what they think of Dear Uncle Walt--the reponses have been interesting (albeit scant) so far; on Facebook people are arguing about it. While this is totally awesome and so interesting, it means a shit ton of work. In addition to that, New Media wants a 7 page paper due at the same time as the Whitman project (which consists of a 15-20 page paper or the equivalent thereof). At the same time in New Media I am reading nearly 100 pages a go and trying to plan an ARG project in all of two weeks. Also there is a short story due that I have not even thought about. This will also be 20 pages.
Kill me. Exam week will be cake. I only have two exams and one does not involve studying. Pfft.
Speaking of Whitman class, I am so incredibly happy that I decided to stay with it. I love everyone in it, and I feel like the whole class has gotten kind of close, what with our blubbering in the LoC and such. I also want Brendon to be my new best friend because he is hilarious. When we worked on our Wound Dresser project, we ended up sitting in the Nest for 2 hours or so and talking. Yay for me..branching out, or whatever it is that I don't do well socially (i.e. everything). I'm also madly a little bit in love with Whitman, both the man and his poetry. Yesterday, we were talking about Whitman's death and how much his body was damaged by the time that he died, so he must have been in an incredibly amount of pain. Apparently, the only organ that was completely healthy was his heart. Oh, Walt. I teared up in class and hid behind my computer screen.
There are no romantic developments to speak of. I remain a creeper as always.
And there you go. Mostly I was sick of looking at my whiny, "I do not have a boyfriend and all possibilities of one are douchebags" post.
Cheers,
Meg
PS. Stefany would like everyone to know that she wants to sleep.