I just shouldn't speak or post publicly when I am this sick and under the influence of medication. Honestly, my thoughts lack any semblance of cohesion; in fact, I spent an hour reading and re-reading the same 10 pages last night, because I simply could not reconcile how the dependent variable was related to the causal variable, which I might add ( Read more... )

I haven't had much time lately for anything other than research; I'm in the feasibility/viability phase of my thesis research, and it's pretty consuming to say the least. I've so much on my mind; graduate school procedures and decisions are nigh. I've been incredibly fortunate to find myself under the mentorship of such a productive and encouraging ( Read more... )

Okay, so the following is going to sound incredibly bitchy and ridiculously basic, because...well, because it is bitchy and basic. I've reached a personal boiling-point with a few of my friends,who seem to feel that they are free to unload all of their nastiness, drama and demands on me. Now, I love my friends, and a part of that love includes my ( Read more... )

I can no longer relate to the parts. Just the whole. I am like Derrida and Foucault with a stringy side of Barthes. I am a failure at the obvious, the "second nature". I am too syncretic for "second nature". What does that even mean?

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Joyeux Noël à tous. Nous ne pouvons pas parler tous les jours, mais je vous serre tous dans mon cœur.

So, yeah, of course I went ahead and declared a second major. The minor just was not good enough. I've either lost my mind or I've become incredibly focused and determined; realistically speaking, I think it is a bit of both. Oh, but holy workload, Batman. At least I have Mardi Gras with G, Jeff, Molly and Lan this February. 6 days of debauchery on ( Read more... )

I feel hopelessly in irrevocably divorced from 3/4 of the people who make contact with me.

Heinous misuse of punctuation = Awesomeness

My former (and most beloved) french professor sent me an email regarding a winter internship with the Consulate. How amazing would that be?

For some who is a great lover of music AND who studied and played music from the age of six through eighteen, I certainly despise Music 1750. UGH! Tedious, useless and boring.