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So!
Many a thing to comment upon today.
I had my social psych midterm, which went okay. I didn't spend near enough time studying, as usual, but I feel like I managed okay. [EDIT: Okay, totally did not have that today. That was yesterday. Days are disappearing.] I actually had an essay due this morning at 10. Our prof didn't show until 20 after when a good chunk of the class had left. I handed in my essay on Beloved a week late, but apparently so did everyone else. I'm thinking that because I've missed a few classes, she pushed back the day and I didn't know about it. Good for me, I guess. She tends to get distracted and carried away with our discussions, so they always go long. I also got back one of our in-class assignments and I did pretty well on that, which made me feel good. It's been a long time since I've pulled grades that were 'good'.
I hung out in the caf and was harassed by student election candidates while I tried to have lunch, then I went to child psych with Keri and found out that my prof is pregnant. She said she felt like a science experiment because while she was teaching us about conception and fetal development, it was happening inside of her. She's gonna make a cool mum.
I've got an english midterm tomorrow that I'm ill-prepared for, but I swear, I didn't study for a good reason...
I was hanging out with my roommates.
Okay, bad reason. It's just... today was a good day. A really good one. Sam posted earlier this week about the tough time she was having and I've been accidentally self-medicating by memory loss, so I made a real effort this week, and I think it's doing some good, so I guess I'll keep it up.
Keri, Lindsay and I just finished watching Across the Universe. I really liked it. The music was awesome and the movie itself was so beautiful, I wished I was on acid. I think I'll watch it again next time I get stoned.
Another interesting thing about February 13th is that it's the To Write Love on Her Arms awareness day for self-injury and depression. Google that shit. It's pretty good. The people who started it were kinda religious, but it's overlookable, so Keri and I both wrote love on our arms.
Also, while I was in the caf I did some writing. I was bored and had nothing to do. It's kinda dull, but in case I lose the paper it's on, I kinda want to keep it:
"It smells like thai food and latex gloves people all packed in together here. Tomorrow is Valentines Day. I printed off funny valentines for my roommates. They say inappropriate things like 'Happy Valentines from my nipple'. I haven't given valentines in years. When we were young we did. Everyone at school made 'mailboxes' out of paper bags and you toted your love notes him in them after school. Paper bags always made the best crafts. My favourite were puppets. Father time is shoveling the walk outside the caf. You'd think the university would invest in a snowblower. It's less likely to fall and throw out a hip."
I haven't really given out Valentines since my grandpa died. It kinda spoiled the day, you know? I don't know many people who have died, but I find myself always thinking about him. Like how if he were still alive, I'd totally know how to play the guitar. And he'd approve of the facial piercings and tattoos. A dude who was in the mafia can't really object to much. I keep a photo of him and I together at his last Christmas. I took it when I left home from this hidden album that my mum keeps away. It's full of pictures from that Christmas and of other occasions we had with him. I found it a few years ago when I was cleaning in the spare room. Mum came in and I was on the bed, browsing the old photos. She said she put it away because it was one of those things that was too hard to look at but I like seeing him.
This has been quite the extensive post. Is there anything I haven't covered?
Bed now. Midterm tomorrow.
Do you ever feel like you're just living to get things done?
Many a thing to comment upon today.
I had my social psych midterm, which went okay. I didn't spend near enough time studying, as usual, but I feel like I managed okay. [EDIT: Okay, totally did not have that today. That was yesterday. Days are disappearing.] I actually had an essay due this morning at 10. Our prof didn't show until 20 after when a good chunk of the class had left. I handed in my essay on Beloved a week late, but apparently so did everyone else. I'm thinking that because I've missed a few classes, she pushed back the day and I didn't know about it. Good for me, I guess. She tends to get distracted and carried away with our discussions, so they always go long. I also got back one of our in-class assignments and I did pretty well on that, which made me feel good. It's been a long time since I've pulled grades that were 'good'.
I hung out in the caf and was harassed by student election candidates while I tried to have lunch, then I went to child psych with Keri and found out that my prof is pregnant. She said she felt like a science experiment because while she was teaching us about conception and fetal development, it was happening inside of her. She's gonna make a cool mum.
I've got an english midterm tomorrow that I'm ill-prepared for, but I swear, I didn't study for a good reason...
I was hanging out with my roommates.
Okay, bad reason. It's just... today was a good day. A really good one. Sam posted earlier this week about the tough time she was having and I've been accidentally self-medicating by memory loss, so I made a real effort this week, and I think it's doing some good, so I guess I'll keep it up.
Keri, Lindsay and I just finished watching Across the Universe. I really liked it. The music was awesome and the movie itself was so beautiful, I wished I was on acid. I think I'll watch it again next time I get stoned.
Another interesting thing about February 13th is that it's the To Write Love on Her Arms awareness day for self-injury and depression. Google that shit. It's pretty good. The people who started it were kinda religious, but it's overlookable, so Keri and I both wrote love on our arms.
Also, while I was in the caf I did some writing. I was bored and had nothing to do. It's kinda dull, but in case I lose the paper it's on, I kinda want to keep it:
"It smells like thai food and latex gloves people all packed in together here. Tomorrow is Valentines Day. I printed off funny valentines for my roommates. They say inappropriate things like 'Happy Valentines from my nipple'. I haven't given valentines in years. When we were young we did. Everyone at school made 'mailboxes' out of paper bags and you toted your love notes him in them after school. Paper bags always made the best crafts. My favourite were puppets. Father time is shoveling the walk outside the caf. You'd think the university would invest in a snowblower. It's less likely to fall and throw out a hip."
I haven't really given out Valentines since my grandpa died. It kinda spoiled the day, you know? I don't know many people who have died, but I find myself always thinking about him. Like how if he were still alive, I'd totally know how to play the guitar. And he'd approve of the facial piercings and tattoos. A dude who was in the mafia can't really object to much. I keep a photo of him and I together at his last Christmas. I took it when I left home from this hidden album that my mum keeps away. It's full of pictures from that Christmas and of other occasions we had with him. I found it a few years ago when I was cleaning in the spare room. Mum came in and I was on the bed, browsing the old photos. She said she put it away because it was one of those things that was too hard to look at but I like seeing him.
This has been quite the extensive post. Is there anything I haven't covered?
Bed now. Midterm tomorrow.
Do you ever feel like you're just living to get things done?