08 April 2009


I swear, this semester just seems harder than every other semester, EVER. And not, like, devastating, not so bad that I just can't take it, it's just one thing after another. I broke a glass the other day--actually I'm pretty sure the cat knocked it off the night stand, but whatever--and I seriously just wanted to cry. Which is just fucking ridiculous, and totally melodramatic of course, but seriously, it's just one thing after another. Just, BAH. And now I need to finish a first draft of a paper that I actually am really into, and holy shit, I am a terrible writer and/or historian. A historian! That is why I qualify to be a TA, because I am a historian, or like a historian-in-training? What?

I don't know. I don't know where this is going or what the point is. But I saw Jeb the other day, and when I was leaving, he was like "well, I'll see you in another six months." And the reason no one ever sees me, the reason I rarely manage to finish the blog posts I keep starting, is because it is just one damn thing after another.


  1. Oh, marinatina! It's cliche, but that just means that you are getting smarter, faster, more productive each semester. And yeah, it's one damn thing after another, because once it's stops, you're dead. :)

  2. you always know how to make me feel better! also, there will be something in the mail for you soon. :)

  3. aww thanks, and yay presents! in the meantime, time wasting:


    it's mindless destruction, and i love it.