run run run away, lost lost lost my mind
Man it's getting cold in the evenings. November's been mild so far and winter's been stalling but I need a scarf.
Oh hey, I haven't written in like two months... mostly because U of T is trying to suffocate me.
School's been brutal, I'm barely doing anything else these days. The last time I went out was Halloween, and even that was pretty uneventful. This week promises to be more eventful than the last two months combined have been - Dave's playing at the Cat's Eye on Thursday so that's bound to include drunkness, Friday is the Eng Sci dinner dance (pretty much the only positive to dating an engineer... oh who am I kidding, there are no positives to dating an engineer) and Sunday is the Brand New show.
I still have three papers due next week though. And then the semester is pretty much over. I'm kind of worried about that last part because I have handed in a bunch of shit but still have no idea of how I'm doing at all. I need good grades! England! ENGLAAAAND.
(translation: I need good grades or I won't get into the exchange program to go to England. oh, and I won't get into the International Relations program and my life will be pretty much over.)
Though on that note, please don't get me started on how much I hate so many people in this school. "ummm, learning experience is greeeat and all and I'm glad that you as a prof are interested in providing that but like, law schools don't care about 'learning experience' because you can't really write that on an application you know? and when you're lined up against a student with a 4.0 GPA it's just really hard, you know?" Can you shut up. No one cares that you need to get into law school. Surprise!
Speaking of law (no, I have no plans to go to law school), I handed in my paper for International Law today which almost killed me and took way longer than it needed to. I can't decide whether I hate the prof for really sucking at lecturing and being generally disorganized and having dumb rules, or like him for genuinely seeming to care about his students. I handed my paper to him, apologized it for being late and turned to go, and then he asks me how it went and we had like a five minute conversation about it. He tries to make sure we're getting things, I guess.
Also, you know you're a history student when a paper asks you to use at least 5 sources as references and you use 11. Damn research papers taught me to cite every goddamn thing in my life ever.
I'm not even making sense. I mean I don't usually but this is a marked incoherence. Too bad, I wanted to start at least looking at my HIS344 paper tonight. Maybe I'll just do laundry, clean my room, make some tea and call it a night.
A post-it on my bulletin board directly above my laptop reads "CALL ABOUT BRAND NEW TICKETS THE SHOW IS THIS WEEK DUMBASS" so I guess I should do that too. Sheesh self.
I need to find a dress! Goddammit. I am so not in the mood for this kind of crap, which I usually LOVE but dammit I do not have the TIME for this crap.
Okay okay enough of this. Basically I'm alive and not wholly well but that's okay. This is mostly just an update to hopefully get me back into the swing of things because I'm sure everyone misses hearing from me.
P.S. I don't hate the new Brand New album anymore! Don't love it either but we've learned to get along.
Oh hey, I haven't written in like two months... mostly because U of T is trying to suffocate me.
School's been brutal, I'm barely doing anything else these days. The last time I went out was Halloween, and even that was pretty uneventful. This week promises to be more eventful than the last two months combined have been - Dave's playing at the Cat's Eye on Thursday so that's bound to include drunkness, Friday is the Eng Sci dinner dance (pretty much the only positive to dating an engineer... oh who am I kidding, there are no positives to dating an engineer) and Sunday is the Brand New show.
I still have three papers due next week though. And then the semester is pretty much over. I'm kind of worried about that last part because I have handed in a bunch of shit but still have no idea of how I'm doing at all. I need good grades! England! ENGLAAAAND.
(translation: I need good grades or I won't get into the exchange program to go to England. oh, and I won't get into the International Relations program and my life will be pretty much over.)
Though on that note, please don't get me started on how much I hate so many people in this school. "ummm, learning experience is greeeat and all and I'm glad that you as a prof are interested in providing that but like, law schools don't care about 'learning experience' because you can't really write that on an application you know? and when you're lined up against a student with a 4.0 GPA it's just really hard, you know?" Can you shut up. No one cares that you need to get into law school. Surprise!
Speaking of law (no, I have no plans to go to law school), I handed in my paper for International Law today which almost killed me and took way longer than it needed to. I can't decide whether I hate the prof for really sucking at lecturing and being generally disorganized and having dumb rules, or like him for genuinely seeming to care about his students. I handed my paper to him, apologized it for being late and turned to go, and then he asks me how it went and we had like a five minute conversation about it. He tries to make sure we're getting things, I guess.
Also, you know you're a history student when a paper asks you to use at least 5 sources as references and you use 11. Damn research papers taught me to cite every goddamn thing in my life ever.
I'm not even making sense. I mean I don't usually but this is a marked incoherence. Too bad, I wanted to start at least looking at my HIS344 paper tonight. Maybe I'll just do laundry, clean my room, make some tea and call it a night.
A post-it on my bulletin board directly above my laptop reads "CALL ABOUT BRAND NEW TICKETS THE SHOW IS THIS WEEK DUMBASS" so I guess I should do that too. Sheesh self.
I need to find a dress! Goddammit. I am so not in the mood for this kind of crap, which I usually LOVE but dammit I do not have the TIME for this crap.
Okay okay enough of this. Basically I'm alive and not wholly well but that's okay. This is mostly just an update to hopefully get me back into the swing of things because I'm sure everyone misses hearing from me.
P.S. I don't hate the new Brand New album anymore! Don't love it either but we've learned to get along.