i was on a quest for knowledge and adventure, as usual.
a. yesterday morning, i woke up, and:
k8: remember that one time we were walking home from the bar and we were really drunk?
me: um. define "that one time."
k8: you were really distracted and you kept talking about your pony.
me: again, define "that one time."
k8: and there was that guy on the unicycle!
me: i have no idea what you're talking about.
b. ugh. am reaching the point in the academic quarter when homework is sucking up my entire weekend. yesterday i worked on a mock research proposal from, oh, noon to midnight. actually, that's a total lie. i completely stopped at one point to talk on the phone for an hour and a half and to watch the sox get their asses handed to them by the blue jays, and watch the kings get their asses handed to them by the spurs, and to go to the grocery store to get bacon and rice pudding and spinach, and to refresh my friendslist 826 times. but! i really would have preferred to be able to do all of those things without the interruption of homework. dear self, remember those blissful two years when you were just an adult and all you did was work an eight hour day and come home and you didn't have to do anything else? WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT UP? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? I MEAN. REALLY. MASTER'S DEGREES AREN'T WORTH THE PAPER THEY'RE PRINTED ON, AND YOURS WILL PROBABLY NOT EVEN BE PRINTED ON PAPER.
anyway, on the brighter side of things, i think that for once in my 48-week-a-year academic career, i'm actually going to have finals at roughly the same time as everyone else, so that'll be fun.
c. this icon. which has nothing to do with the rest of this post, but there are only four (!!!) episodes of this show left, i have to get while the getting is good.
k8: remember that one time we were walking home from the bar and we were really drunk?
me: um. define "that one time."
k8: you were really distracted and you kept talking about your pony.
me: again, define "that one time."
k8: and there was that guy on the unicycle!
me: i have no idea what you're talking about.
b. ugh. am reaching the point in the academic quarter when homework is sucking up my entire weekend. yesterday i worked on a mock research proposal from, oh, noon to midnight. actually, that's a total lie. i completely stopped at one point to talk on the phone for an hour and a half and to watch the sox get their asses handed to them by the blue jays, and watch the kings get their asses handed to them by the spurs, and to go to the grocery store to get bacon and rice pudding and spinach, and to refresh my friendslist 826 times. but! i really would have preferred to be able to do all of those things without the interruption of homework. dear self, remember those blissful two years when you were just an adult and all you did was work an eight hour day and come home and you didn't have to do anything else? WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT UP? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? I MEAN. REALLY. MASTER'S DEGREES AREN'T WORTH THE PAPER THEY'RE PRINTED ON, AND YOURS WILL PROBABLY NOT EVEN BE PRINTED ON PAPER.
anyway, on the brighter side of things, i think that for once in my 48-week-a-year academic career, i'm actually going to have finals at roughly the same time as everyone else, so that'll be fun.
c. this icon. which has nothing to do with the rest of this post, but there are only four (!!!) episodes of this show left, i have to get while the getting is good.