Tomorrow is my last day of summer classes. Tomorrow is my last day of science. EVER. Do not offer me two million tax-free dollars to take another four-credit class in the Life Science Building, I will turn you down. I favor sanity over money, thank you. And yes, I really was going insane this session. I kept wondering if the people sitting in front of me in biology could see the power point properly. Problem #1? No one has ever sat in front of me in biology. Problem #2? ... Sitting in FRONT of me would mean they wouldn't have to worry about seeing AROUND me. That happened at least five times, in one class. Insanity.
I won't even get into the waking nightmares I've been having regarding my lit class. No, not funny-ironic "Ugh a two hour class!" type of 'nightmare'. Real weird nightmares about that paper I cranked out Monday night. Spooky stuff. Thanks, Poe!
In exactly three weeks I will turn twenty-three.
In eight months I will earn my second degree.
In a year I will venture out for my third.
I'm growing up too fast! Can I take a weekend to swing on the swings and drink Kool-Aid through Krazee Straws with my friends, trying to make each other laugh so hard it comes out our noses? Is it ok that I still do that anyway?
Time to finish my lit final, and pretend to study my science notes. I can't wait to have some stress-free time with my brother while he's in town. Not that I've been stressing around him anyway, we're too busy laughing about farts and poo.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Roderick & Madeline
I am writing a paper tonight. My Works Cited is done... I am 3.5 pages in, with a seven page minimum. It is 11.30p. Who thinks I will be out of this chair by 3a? I laugh at you.
I hope to bang out a ROUGH draft tonight, read it over and edit it, and SLEEP. I will wake up to walk at an ungodly hour, then force my butt back in this chair to polish my paper.
I work best under pressure, but you know... when it gets to this point, who really cares? Three days of school left. I just want to pull a B out of my butt in every class. I'll be thankful for that.
This is where I'll be living tonight:
I hope to bang out a ROUGH draft tonight, read it over and edit it, and SLEEP. I will wake up to walk at an ungodly hour, then force my butt back in this chair to polish my paper.
I work best under pressure, but you know... when it gets to this point, who really cares? Three days of school left. I just want to pull a B out of my butt in every class. I'll be thankful for that.
This is where I'll be living tonight:
Sunday, August 3, 2008
a close shave
Saturday is my day to goof off. I wake up each Saturday vowing to start on my homework, or at least edit some writings, or read a bit. Each Saturday, I do none of the above. I sit around online a lot. I write letters to pen pals. I obsess over mix CDs. (Am I the only person who still makes mix ANYTHINGS? Am I the only girl without an iPod, much less 10,000+ tunes on that iPod? I love making a mix - picking the songs, playing them over and over and rearranging them so the transitions are perfect. The rules you have to follow, the flow you have to create... Love.)
Anyway, yesterday I did all of that, plus cleaned. I washed dishes like nobody's business! I vacuumed, since my dad fixed the one I broke. I cleaned the bathtub and toilet, changed the shower curtain, and reorganized my shelf in the bathroom closet. Impressive, right? That kept me busy all afternoon, so I wasn't ready to shower until 7p. But, as I was cleaning, I had found a Schick Quattro that I had gotten in the junk mail at my first apartment. I'm not sure why I was sent a man's razor, but I kept it, and damn am I glad I did!
I perched on the edge of the tub and lathered up, and ran that slice of heaven across my legs, around my ankles, over my knees. NO CUTS. I usually use disposables, because they're so easy, and I'm not part of that Venus cult like most females I know. Disposables cut your legs up beyond all recognition. Well, the Quattro went over those scabs with FOUR BLADES and reopened nary a one! My mouth was open in awe the entire time I shaved. When I finished, I was actually upset that my legs weren't longer or hairier, because I was ready to keep going! So that's my product endorsement for this week. BUY A SCHICK QUATTRO! Woman, man, child, I don't care! BUY ONE! It is worth it. Even if replacement blades are ten bucks a pop, I will sign my paycheck over to the drugstore to purchase them because it's just That. Damn. Good.
Anyway, yesterday I did all of that, plus cleaned. I washed dishes like nobody's business! I vacuumed, since my dad fixed the one I broke. I cleaned the bathtub and toilet, changed the shower curtain, and reorganized my shelf in the bathroom closet. Impressive, right? That kept me busy all afternoon, so I wasn't ready to shower until 7p. But, as I was cleaning, I had found a Schick Quattro that I had gotten in the junk mail at my first apartment. I'm not sure why I was sent a man's razor, but I kept it, and damn am I glad I did!
I perched on the edge of the tub and lathered up, and ran that slice of heaven across my legs, around my ankles, over my knees. NO CUTS. I usually use disposables, because they're so easy, and I'm not part of that Venus cult like most females I know. Disposables cut your legs up beyond all recognition. Well, the Quattro went over those scabs with FOUR BLADES and reopened nary a one! My mouth was open in awe the entire time I shaved. When I finished, I was actually upset that my legs weren't longer or hairier, because I was ready to keep going! So that's my product endorsement for this week. BUY A SCHICK QUATTRO! Woman, man, child, I don't care! BUY ONE! It is worth it. Even if replacement blades are ten bucks a pop, I will sign my paycheck over to the drugstore to purchase them because it's just That. Damn. Good.
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