I should know better than to try and rewatch lost as background to school work
There are Locke-not-going-on-a-walkabout-tears all over the work in front of me. It now looks like I care wayyyyy too much about the political agenda of early rap.
Yesterday I graduated!
Summa cum Laude with highest honors (those are different things at my strange school). And I received a small parting scholarship from my adorable department.
Glorious! I also got thoroughly tanked and said goodbye (perhaps permanently) to around 30% of my friends.
All in all a lovely, if strangely nostalgic and inebriated, day.
Are there any deal breakers for you in relationships?
(Anons get reposted in text boxes. Because I don’t like the gray and faceless)
Yes. I hate people who aren’t intellectually curious and could never date one (no matter how lovely their other qualities may be.
hrmm. That sounds so intellectually snobby. Whatever. I know people who can’t date anyone with (fill in the physical characteristic here). Wanting people to think (about anything…I don’t care if your only interest is bees) isn’t really all that discriminating.
My Boyfriend is off in Arizona for a job interview and I’m super excited because I’m going to law school there.
And ahhhhhhhhhhh!
He’s freaking out about the job and I’m freaking out about my seat deposit and moving and school and ahhhh.
One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?
I really don’t find mummies very scary. They’re super dried up dusty critters encased in really really flammable remains of fabric. I have matches and lighters and zippos on every surface in my home. Burn baby, Burn.
I’m more creeped out that I must have incurred some ancient curse. Scarab beetles and plagues. Ugh.
You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
I would love to be able to see into the near-future. Knowing what was going to happen ten minutes from now (always) would be rather cool. You’d have the benefit of foresight without the soul crushing tedium of a loss of spontaneity or free will.
I would also love to talk to animals. Considering I already try to (with very minimal success, although my recently deceased dog and the cat that lives with my mother both would answer everything that sounded like a question) it would probably help me look a lot less crazy and be super entertaining.
I would also kill to have Poison Ivy-esque powers. It would be rather awesome to control the plant side of nature.
Ohhhh Thesis Hell, oh Thesis Hell.
I just want ten more pages.
(sung to the tune of “Oh, Christmas Tree” and mumbled under my breath for the past hour-ish).
Went to Bullmoose with my lady love and mantelope
and purchased the best thing ever. I figure if I start laughing hysterically in public over something, I’m allowed to buy it.
I find this absolutely hysterical. Mostly because what I consider aerobic and what I consider a striptease don’t really mesh. Leading me to imagine a high speed twirling strip tease. And giggle.
Off to learn how one can multitask strip teases and the day’s workout.
Snicker.
Ever been on a plane?
Yes. I really enjoy airports (big fan of befriending strangers) but hate the plane itself. I really hate that level of lost control; I’m always confident that we’re about to fall from the sky in a horrible way but I hate showing fear. I basically just spend the time extremely grim contemplating life after death or the lack thereof.
Ugh.
Plus I always end up seated next to 1. someone full on panicking who I feel obligated to lie to/talk down or 2. a chitterer who I learn everything I never wanted to know about.
One of my closest friends as of several years ago is now unquestionably king of the bros.
Unquestionably.
He just sent me a picture of his adorable pitbull. In an Ed Hardy-esque furlined coat for dogs (meaning a big ass fur hood and tattoo style designs) that almost exactly matches his own……
Oh Nigel, I will make you a bro-crown from axe-cans and awkward man jewelry and you can sing your bro-dom from the rooftops as you clearly wish to.
If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
Oh God. I have no idea. Considering I’m currently most politically scandalized by the reproductive rights debate in America, I’d have to charge into that.
However, I’m really not that skilled at spontaneous speeches. I can reply like a boss and tear apart other people’s arguments and present a stance effectively when called upon to, but no to random blurbing. Thus me hoping to be a lawyer rather than a politician.
(I’m jumping back into the silly question thing because I left it for quite some time, feel free to fill my ask box with them again, although if you do so as anon, I’ll just post them in this format instead).
I’m scared of my own thesis.
It’s good but it’s smarter than I am. Or it keeps sucking out all my smarts or something similar because it sounds so much more intelligent on paper than I do when I try to reiterate it. And I can’t organize it to save my life because the damn thing is so interconnected.
Plus, I can’t find a date to present it, which means I might have to move it up a couple weeks, which I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do, because I only have like 40 pages written (with no organization to speak of) and an unfinished book list. I was trying for sometime within the last 3 weeks (giving about a month and a half to schedule) but one of my committee is gone the last week, one is gone the first week, and my adviser can’t make the ONE time that everyone else could. Ahhhhhhhhhg.
