love me plz kthx
I am stupid in that I beam insanely when people like me or acknowledge me positively in any way at all and go about in a high. I don't know why this is, besides the fact that I don't generally think of myself that way. I don't love myself. There are days when it's all I can do to look in the mirror and say, "Christ, H-----, you're not half a bastard, but you're all right." (No, I would never say, "Hello, Lee, you're a wonderful loving radiant being filled with divine light." I can't even think that with a straight face.)
I went to a lecture today, given in the Special Exhibitions gallery at the art museum (we're running an exhibit on Egypt after Alexander, which comprises Greek and Roman art and a whole lot of synthesis, much of which has never been exhibited before; there's some friggin' FUNERARY EQUIPMENT which I've never seen in all my years of pilgrimages to the art museum). The topic was education and religion in later Roman Alexandria, and the lecturer was Prof. Watts, who had the dubious pleasure of having me for 3 consecutive semesters and seems to like me all right despite my laissez-faire attitude towards paper due dates and my tendency to babble and chirp about anything that takes my fancy.
So, anyway, it was an entertaining lecture, as I knew it would be. (Ooh, and Elaine Gazda is going to be here in the next week or two, omg.) After it was over, he caught me on the way out and thanked me for coming, which made my day, week, and month, and now I'm still beaming stupidly.
Oh, and I made a high B on my G150 exam. Because I know you care how that came out.
I went to a lecture today, given in the Special Exhibitions gallery at the art museum (we're running an exhibit on Egypt after Alexander, which comprises Greek and Roman art and a whole lot of synthesis, much of which has never been exhibited before; there's some friggin' FUNERARY EQUIPMENT which I've never seen in all my years of pilgrimages to the art museum). The topic was education and religion in later Roman Alexandria, and the lecturer was Prof. Watts, who had the dubious pleasure of having me for 3 consecutive semesters and seems to like me all right despite my laissez-faire attitude towards paper due dates and my tendency to babble and chirp about anything that takes my fancy.
So, anyway, it was an entertaining lecture, as I knew it would be. (Ooh, and Elaine Gazda is going to be here in the next week or two, omg.) After it was over, he caught me on the way out and thanked me for coming, which made my day, week, and month, and now I'm still beaming stupidly.
Oh, and I made a high B on my G150 exam. Because I know you care how that came out.