the world, post paper.

i planned to wake up and write my paper at 6 am.
i woke up at 11 am, screaming.
i wrote 7 pages in 2.5 hours.
i turned the paper in before class started and walked out.
i saw my long lost love sylvia and i screamed and shouted.
i got an e-mail that is both horrifying and hilarious at the same time.
i am trying to conserve my meal plan so this dinner better be good.
i need to take a nap because my head is going to explode.
enough about me. let's talk about you.

the political science 204 study brigade.

so as usual,
the psci 204 study brigade
meets in its not so secret location
the monday before a ridiculous assignment is due.

this time is a little different
the three of us are weary
ready for thanksgiving and generally
feeling like zombies.

amanda, usually chipper
is drugged up on pain killers
and reading internet media blogs.

linden, usually sarcastic and funny
is somber and focused
like he wants to legit murder this paper. and our professor.

and me, usually fairly optimistic
is ten degrees beyond frustration
and literally planning my weekend out in my mind.

people in glass rooms shouldn't be in glass rooms
when they have seven pages on the american democracy
due tomorrow.

deactivation, part deux

so yesterday i decided to deactivate my facebook
idk. b/c i was in one of my moods and i really
didnt't feel like dealing with anyone.

but around 3 pm today i got mad bored
and i reactivated it. i suck.

but then i realized just now i have this paper
mean ass 7 page joint
due tomorrow and it will not write itself
so again, i deactivate.

let's see how long this lasts.

the writing studio.

so today i had to go to the writing studio to visit with my professor to discuss my latest paper. she liked it but there still were kinks that needed to be worked out, as with all papers. i hate philosophy, but i like her. and i really like the writing studio. it's green. i like green, so it's fine.

anyway, we talked about descartes [wack] and spinoza [wacker] and i basically charmed my way into explaining why my paper wasnt the 'required' 5 -6 pages [it was four] but she said the content was so good it was cool. yeah.

i have a tendency of steering my professors off topic and today was no different. my professor told me about a story she heard on NPR last night about people whose profession it is to establish some connection to people who die alone by going through their homes and looking for artifacts. apparently this one woman was a packrat but the only personal information they found about her was a christmas card sent to her 30 years ago. the team tracked down the senders and they did not remember sending the card, nor did they have any recollection of who the woman was. damn.