As is the habit of many college students such as myself, I tend to save most of my laundry, especially the complicated hand washing kind, for when I come home.  Really, this habit isn't so good considering that the result is that I tend to run out of clothes during finals (case in point: I was wearing the same shirt as my (male) graduate student ( Read more... )

Ooo, I feel like such a flake. Not a good feeling, but I deserve it, and it's unavoidable at this point. Moral of the story: Vivian needs to realize that her time is very limited. The end.

icky icky sicky sicky

I have a headache that somewhere between skull-splitting and Chuck-E-Cheese's induced.

I think there should be a special place in hell reserved for people who talk in libraries during tenth week.

A recent email from my illustrious lab professor ( Read more... )

Today, I
woke up
studied for an hour
ate brunch while discussing the Democratic Peace Theory and inter vs. intra civilizational conflicts
studied for another three hours
ate dinner
studied for another three hours
changed libraries
showed my ID at Powell
studied for another hour
walked back to my room in the rain.

Tomorrow I have two midterms.

Dear fucking asshole neighbors ( Read more... )

I think the theme of the past five weeks has been "collaborative spirit."  As in, we're all screwed so let's try to make each other's lives a little better by being friendly and helpful.  It's really a comforting thought to know that everyone is suffering as much as you are, and that they're willing to share whatever knowledge they have, expecting ( Read more... )

...aaahhh not a good thing anymore.  Just like Mr. Frenn used to say. 

Happy New Year, y'all.

I am SO tired, but in a happy tired way.  I think I'll go take a nap.