Oh I feel amazing . . .

You should ask me why, but since I know you won't really, I'll blog about it and you can read it! I feel amazing because I read a 221 page book yesterday for a class, wrote a paper on it this morning, took it to my TA and only had to change 3 measly things! She liked my application, thought it was a strong paper, with a firm stance in opinion, and the things I had to change were only citing sources and a sentence re-wording!Oh I feel amazing . . . Usually my papers require extensive rewrites. The points are awarded out of ten and usually, if I don't get help on a paper, they give me about 8.5. When I go in and get help, I can get 10s. They always say my papers are good, but that I haven't quite applied myself enough to it. Well, not today! :D It gives me much more than a slight level of satisfaction knowing that I can read, apply and schpeal in a sociological mindset. The book was Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich. Apart from the foul language and graphic settings (to which we were forewarned) it was a very interesting read. I admit that I didn't get it until after I'd read it, and even now it blows my mind that things like dehumanization and degredation happen all the time and we think it's ok. I have to go to class and turn in the paper, but I could really talk about this forever . . . or as Helena Bonham Carter says in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, when grown-ups say forever they mean a very long time. :)

Lameness of our lives!!

All the time I spent fixing that stupid format junk and the post still looks weird . . . I hate the writing snaking its way between the picture and the line. Dumb. Dumb. Dumbness. Bah . . . :)

ten minute breaks

So I've been sitting at the same computer in the library for about an hour and a half, working on the same paper I've been working on for three days now. I need a break; I don't have facebook; I don't have any food; if I get up I'll feel guilty that there's a line of people waiting for my computer. Hence, I blog. I have my flash drive stuck in the computer because, obviously, when writing a paper on a school computer you must save to an external device. My external device happens to have pictures on it. What an excellent diversion! Flipping through the pictures I found these. It's a good thing I trust Luke. He says 15 minute breaks are better, and I needed the extra five to get a good format. Wish me luck with the paper, and the exam I have to take tonight before 8. :)

Tiffed

Ok, I just need to blow some steam. I study in the library. I like studying in the library. It's quiet and, for me, productive. I came into the library after my 10 o'clock class to study for an exam. However, I had a thought. "My buddy so-and-so studies in the basement! I'll bet he/she's down there now. I could write that paper on a computer down there and run into him/her. Sweet plan." So, I took the stairs to the basement comptuer rather than the 5th floor cubicle, in hopes of seeing my friend. Ok. I sit down, log in, get all my little windows open . . . gmail, blackboard, and Microsoft Word . . . and take a little look around. There he/she is! :) I wanted to surprise the friend in question, so I just sat taller and made myself look more prominent. This is where I set myself up for failure. The party in question either totally didn't notice me or totally didn't recognize me! It has NOT been very long since I've seen the person, so they should remember, even at least vaguely that we are friends and not just acquaintances. I just bide my time, waiting for them to notice. He/she was packing up to leave and I was getting nervous. What if they didn't come over? I put all of this effort into coming to see them and they were just going to walk away. But then, I see him/her look up and smile. It's got to be at me, right?! We even made eye contact! They're coming over! I scoot out of the desk to stand up for the hug . . . and they walk past and up the stairs behind me. :( Devastating. I don't think I'll be able to bring myself into the basement of the library for a long time. 5th floor cubicles don't allow you to make stupid mistakes when you want to surprise someone. You're all enclosed, with no one to surprise, and no distractions to keep you from studying for that History of Costume exam. I'm done venting now. Thanks for reading.