Woke up to snow this morning. Lounged as long as I could. Ate chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese. I’m glad Phil is back. I love being home with him, feeling his presence. I hate sleeping without him. The presentation went pretty well, I think. My professor asked a bunch of questions, though, which could either mean we got his attention and he was intrigued and wanted more details, or that what we said…
I made it home just in time for the infomercials. I’ve got to present my big future newspaper project in about 9 hours. I guess I need to go to bed. But my bed is empty tonight and that sucks. Phil’s in Memphis rocking to the tunes of Against Me!. I’m munching on re-warmed Zaxby’s chicken strips. I think I feel sleep creeping up on me. I won’t ignore it.
Wednesday is a my big group presentation. I’ve got to write a creative platform and then go pull the entire design together … even though it’s not technically finished yet. I’m seeing a late night up in the office in my immediate future. The weather is weird. It’s almost like there’s not really any weather outside at all. No humidity, and the air seems almost like room temperature. The sky today was overcast, just a…
So I go to this medical center in Nashville today to get a physical/drug test and the people are all really rude to me, acting like I’m an inconvenience to them. I wait for 30 minutes in the lobby, watching person after person come and go. When I’m called back, the doctor looks like he is on crack. His eyes are all red and watery, his nose pulsating with broken capillaries. He’s shifty, looking back…
OK, so I couldn’t hack it. I had to drop the philosophy class that was repeatedly kicking my ass. Now I’m a part-timer — 9 hours. I’ve never done that before. But The Financial Aid Man says it won’t affect my scholarship. We’ll see if he was fibbing. I got home this morning at 4. I spent all night in the office working on my research presentation for today. I got it done, but there…
No motivation today. I’ve stood up two classes. That makes three this week. I wonder if those classes even exist if I’m not there. Didn’t Zack on Saved by the Bell have a theory like that? Anyway, I am a slack ass and I am really tired. I got up today and came to campus, ready to go to class, but I came by the office and started trying to plan stuff for next week.…
BTS. As usual. I should diversify my lyric theft, huh? Well, Saturday’s was Smashing Pumpkins, and what could be more different from BTS? Wu Tang, perhaps. I’ll work on that. I’m tired. My brain and my body. It’s only Monday. That makes me tireder. Things swimming in my head: +I need to write my lottery-on-campus story. First, I need to contact a source again. And then write it for Wednesday’s paper. +Get crackin’ on that…
I’m worried about my Lesbian Studies class. It’s not group therapy yet, but it is a place to mockingly call out stereotypical labels just to remind the class what queer activists are allowed to say and no one else. OK, so maybe I’m reading too much into it. It is only the second week, so there could be fields of insight we’ve yet to plow. (From now on, I only speak in sexual metaphors.) I’m…
If I am going to allow the bookstore to rape my bank account, the least they could do is do it quickly and efficiently. This means that, during the first week of school, when the parking lot is full and there are wrecks out on the street because people are pouring into your establishment to buy books their professors insist they must have in order to pass a class they paid in excess of $300…
My Lesbian Studies class is going to be smooth sailing, as far as I can tell. The professor seems extremely laid back, and the course content is dictated by what we want to do. I can’t imagine I’ll learn much of anything, except perhaps the perspectives of actual, real-life lesbians. In the flesh! In their natural habitat! Crikey! Hopefully, if the class devolves into a group therapy session (which many of my discussion classes have),…
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