December 02, 2002 :: 2:49 p.m.
and so begins the week that will last a year
So... Monday. Horrible, brain-suckingly painful Monday. I didn't get enough sleep last night and I have way too much to do before this week is over with. Four papers (a total of about 16 pages), two oral presentations, one chapter of Statistics homework, and then it's time to study for finals. Dum dum duuum. I have to read about 6 chapters in The Second Most Boring Book Ever Written for Digicom, because I didn't read them when they were assigned. Right now I'm collecting facts for my final English paper/oral presentation. We have to "write to persuade others," so I'm doing vegetarianism and why people should do it. It's something that I feel strongly about, and hey, I've been one for six years, so it's not that hard.
I have to go to a pointless group project meeting tonight for Digicom, where we will most likely accomplish nothing at all save for causing me to miss Buffy. GRRR. I just keep telling myself that there's only a week of classes and a few tests standing between me and an entire month away from this crap. I'm probably going to end up staying for the sping semester, despite the many logical and valid reasons why I shouldn't. If art school doesn't work out (PLEASE work out) I can always try to find a small liberal arts school with an Asian Studies program and transfer in as a sophomore. But does that mean I should keep my French class next semester? Because I really don't want to.
Amanda is going to get me a little silver nose screw from someplace in Philly, which is exciting. It's pretty much exactly like the one I've been wearing, except that I'll be able to remove it without all the blood and pain. What a relief that shall be, you can't possibly imagine. And for this reason, she shall henceforth be known as A1, Queen of the Fake Lesbian Brigade. Or something like that.
Did you know that it takes an average of 2,500 gallons of water to produce one pound of feedlot beef? It's true.
Hrm. Well, I guess I'm going to go work on my Anthro paper for a bit, and then probably trudge through Statistics with Adam. Erg. One week left... just one week. Goddess help me.
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