Archive for December, 2005


Monday, December 5th, 2005


It’s 7:55am and I just wrapped up my paper. I am missing my 8am class, but I can’t miss the 9am because of a quiz. I will have to drop my paper off at the professor’s office, because I would like S.B. to proofread it first. But now I’m off.


I look forward to napping at about 3pm.

Nearly Hallucinating

Monday, December 5th, 2005

It is 6:45am and I have 1/2 page left to write. I did not sleep. I will not get the chance to before I go to class. Since I have two quizzes this morning, I cannot skip and rest up.

But moments ago, I saw sudden movement at my window. One set of blinds was pulled up about 6″, and through that small space, I saw a shadowed mass pass rpaidly upward from the ground. I then heard climbing up the metal bars over the windows. I can only guess that it was a racoon or possum, but it moved ridiculously fast and scared the dickens out of me. If we hadn’t had this visitor last year, I would be much more spooked and likely to believe that sleep depreivation is getting to me.

Codpiece of Fortitude

Monday, December 5th, 2005

It is after midnight, and I still have 5 pages to write.

But S.B. is nearby playing Diablo 2, so it makes being up late working that much more bearible. After slaying armies of demons, he can use his loot to purchase a magical codpiece of fortitude. Don’t you wish you had one?

During a brief rant about not being able to customize food orders at certain fast food chains, we just invented really nerdy slang:
“What is your major malvolio?”
I’m sure you will all use this, and eventually it will come back to us and we will smile to know that we created something of lasting beauty.

Let it Snowplow

Sunday, December 4th, 2005

It’s been snowing quite a bit lately. It’s really nice when I’m sitting in my living room looking out, but I haven’t used my car in a week, so I need to shovel it off, and, well, the shovel is it the trunk that’s buried by snow.

Anyway, I bet you can guess what I’m doing…
…not really writing my paper.

It’s my last paper, due Monday morning. I almost have 1 of 8-18 pages written. Oh, and I finished the cover and bibliography :\
Kinda makes a bread sandwich.

I’ve seen my best bud and his wife a few times this week, and they are in somewhat better spirits. I know it’s difficult, but I’m glad they are the kind of people that focus on the positive.

So last I wrote, it was the Friday night after Thanksgiving.
Saturday, I went to my mom’s place. We were actually on time. That disaster pie ended up being salvageable, so I brought it. After eating, we played cards (third day in a row we played cards). I think it’s a way to spend social time with family, because you don’t necessarily have much in common with them except genetics. But you don’t want to say, “Thanks for the grub. I’m outta here.”
On the day we do Thanksgiving with my mom, we traditionally go to the movies also. This year we saw Walk the Line. It was ok. Good acting. Good music. Not particularly memorable. If I hadn’t insisted on seeing Harry Potter for my birthday flick, we could’ve seen that. (Heck, I would’ve been happy seing it again, but I don’t know if my mom or brother would’ve wanted to.) My buddy and his wife came along, a little ragged but sticking it out. We then retired for some pie, chitchat and more cards. Eventually, we left about 9:30 so that I could work on my the three papers due that Monday.
Sunday at 8pm, I finished my art history paper. Then I watched a movie about which I needed to write an essay. Finished all that in the wee hours. Went to school Monday, and emptied my bookbag. One paper left.

On a more frustrating note, I have not yet heard back from the grad school about my application. Last week, I called asking about the status, and I was told my application was incomplete. Ok, so here’s the semi-long story.
In September, I met with the head of the history grad dept. I told him that I had been out of school long enough that I could not get any academic letters of recommendation. He said that because I was taking classes at the school already that it wouldn’t be necessary; they can just talk to the faculty that know me.
When late-November hit, I called the grad school (the all-compassing entity, not history). They said that I still needed my letters of recommendation. I said I can’t get them and that I was led to believe I didn’t need them. They said I need them, and I should get them from co-workers and so forth. Three weeks left before Christmas break (now two weeks) and I’m scrounging for letters. I have no idea if my application will even be reviewed in time to start the spring semester.
Officially screwed by the bureaucracy.

Well, I better get back to my last (of eight, not including a 5-7 page take-home essay) paper.