prelude to disappointment
Oh self sabotage, how I love thee. A shade over an hour until midnight, and I have my second and final editing exam at 9:35 tomorrow morning. And what am I doing, as if the answer to this rhetorical query were not already painfully obvious?
Hints:
I am not studying.
I am not reading.
I am not searching for entry level jobs online. Yet.
I am listening to a leaked Stephen Malkmus mp3 ("Baby C'Mon") and typing ("writing" would be giving this tripe too much credit) an inane blog entry for what reason? Because I haven't done one in a while? Because there's something else that I should actually be doing? I've got a pretty solid low B in this class, mostly because Wegener apparently has something against giving out A's, ever, but I did well on the first test (a 90, which I believe was among the top scores in the class) and now I'm setting myself up to ruin whatever good that may have done. And I am totally aware of what I'm doing - and as a soon to be graduating senior I am very nearly powerless to stop it.
On the TV Bob Dole is talking about not being able to take care of bodily functions. Bummer. Let it be known that you're one of the few Republicans whose media appearances I can contenance, but that probably has more to do with Norm MacDonald's genius portrayal of you. PEANUT BUTTER!
Oh Norm, where did you go? How did that cookie cutter ABC sitcom with the wiener dog not become a breakaway hit? Ah, maybe it had to do with the fact that Artie Lang was supposed to be your lovable sidekick, when even the director of Howard Stern's "tv show" is loathe to waste an inch of film on his disgusting mug.
"They gave us cigarettes for dessert." Delicious! The US Army - a tradition of taking care of America's youth!
Story on Stevenson Animal Companion Care-Life-Kitty Cat Center should run in the Batt tomorrow. All weekend I was chasing sources on this, to no avail, but happily things came together today and I was able to wrap it up this evening, turning the whole shebang in around 7. I'm fairly proud of this one, even if some of it is a little cutesy. But then maybe that's why I'm proud of it, since I'm kind of a sucker for that kind of thing.
And none of this will help me tomorrow as I stare down at a stack of paper asking me questions I cannot answer, but that I could look up in a pinch. Dammit dammit dammit Wegener you harsh, unforgiving man! It's pathetic- I'd rather undergo this stupid semi public self-flagellation than study. But now Aqua Teen Hunger Force is on, so I have something even better to do. Bring the pain.
Hints:
I am not studying.
I am not reading.
I am not searching for entry level jobs online. Yet.
I am listening to a leaked Stephen Malkmus mp3 ("Baby C'Mon") and typing ("writing" would be giving this tripe too much credit) an inane blog entry for what reason? Because I haven't done one in a while? Because there's something else that I should actually be doing? I've got a pretty solid low B in this class, mostly because Wegener apparently has something against giving out A's, ever, but I did well on the first test (a 90, which I believe was among the top scores in the class) and now I'm setting myself up to ruin whatever good that may have done. And I am totally aware of what I'm doing - and as a soon to be graduating senior I am very nearly powerless to stop it.
On the TV Bob Dole is talking about not being able to take care of bodily functions. Bummer. Let it be known that you're one of the few Republicans whose media appearances I can contenance, but that probably has more to do with Norm MacDonald's genius portrayal of you. PEANUT BUTTER!
Oh Norm, where did you go? How did that cookie cutter ABC sitcom with the wiener dog not become a breakaway hit? Ah, maybe it had to do with the fact that Artie Lang was supposed to be your lovable sidekick, when even the director of Howard Stern's "tv show" is loathe to waste an inch of film on his disgusting mug.
"They gave us cigarettes for dessert." Delicious! The US Army - a tradition of taking care of America's youth!
Story on Stevenson Animal Companion Care-Life-Kitty Cat Center should run in the Batt tomorrow. All weekend I was chasing sources on this, to no avail, but happily things came together today and I was able to wrap it up this evening, turning the whole shebang in around 7. I'm fairly proud of this one, even if some of it is a little cutesy. But then maybe that's why I'm proud of it, since I'm kind of a sucker for that kind of thing.
And none of this will help me tomorrow as I stare down at a stack of paper asking me questions I cannot answer, but that I could look up in a pinch. Dammit dammit dammit Wegener you harsh, unforgiving man! It's pathetic- I'd rather undergo this stupid semi public self-flagellation than study. But now Aqua Teen Hunger Force is on, so I have something even better to do. Bring the pain.
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