Baba ba-ba-ba-bah bah Buuuuhhhh.
What a WEIRD day. Let's begin.Met with my Thesis advisor...well I suppose if you don't know the story from the first meeting, you won't get the full effect of this story. Either way, I survived. Though I now find myself confused upon the connection between my study abroad experience and the hunter-gatherer civilizations of yore (nomad societies, as my advisor clearly, ACTUALLY presented me with the definition of a nomad. thanks. I'm not stupid.) So after a day of not seeing this supposed link, I have come to a conclusion: either she is brilliant beyond my understanding...or she's nutty. We're talkin, nuts-on-brownies-yuck nutty. This time I stifled no tears...just echoing-through-my-apparently-empty-skull laughter. Oh yes, and one month later, I still have no thesis for my Thesis. Because (oh here comes the word again) APPARENTLY I don't know what a thesis is.
Moving on.
Went to The Mill with Schy - holy hell that was needed. This semester must be the universal "wtf" semester for all people everywhere. I'm beginning to think those slang creators were genious - the shit HATH hitteth the fan. It seems that everyone is being dealt a little too much to deal with. I'm (shamefully) comforted to know I'm not the only one feeling this way, but man does it make for some odd conversation. Thank God I have a friend like Schy here who I can be crazy with, but not like "rub syrup in your hair sit naked on the back porch" crazy. (Okay I can't take credit for that phrase - mad props to my cousin Justin). A simple "I need to vent, let's drink lots of coffee" crazy.
So here I am.
In the middle of studying for yet another exam tomorrow morning, procrastinating the night (morning?) away. I just really don't care anymore. I'd forgotten that feeling of senioritis. (Is that the inflammation of the senior? Yeah...actually that sounds about right...) I'm ready to graduate. If nothing else, I'm ready for next semester - it's about time for a break. Well, I better go read about some more FASCINATING information about women... Yay Sociology.
Wolverines. Let's roll.
posted by Hae @ 2:06 AM
4 Comments:
Scrubs quotes, Justin quotes, Sarcasm, Senioritis...excellent post, my dear sister. We need one more person for our motorcycle gang, though. Let's roll.
why thank you. who shall our third member be? i say we open up auditions and may the best man win. he should probably have gelled-up hair (or she, but that could be odd). of course, upon selection, we WILL be required to go shopping for a trio of appropriately and symbolically colored scooters. then we will learn stunts and ride the streets in a flying-V formation.
did you know that Red Dawn was the first ever pg-13 movie?
fact.
again, things that would have been nice to know YESTERDAY.
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