May 11, 2010
Stuck in the Library with a Crick in my Neck
So I'm at the SDSU library and am trying to write an essay, my last essay I ever technically have to write in fact, and I just feel like I CAN'T DOIT, but somehow I'm on page eight of ten. It's all bullshit though, nothing but stupid, repetitive sentences, which I guess is okay for now because I don't really plan on sleeping tonight and I'm going to do some serious reviewing before I submit it. I just wish I could verbalize what I want to say while someone else refines my thoughts so they sound good and academic and grammatically correct and in perfect MLA format. Speaking of bullshit, Brian is into the game of "would you rather..." where he basically just comes up with two equally disgusting situations and asks which I would rather participate in. His worst one today is as follows:
would you rather...
eat a raw/live chicken whole (feathers and all)
or
have a buffalo diarrhea all over your face?
I actually would go for the latter because you can just clean yourself up super super super good afterward and (I think) you'd be as good as new. You have to suffer with chicken feathers and feet and eyeballs and brains and beak processing through your system for days. I don't know though; what would YOU do?
But that's completely off-topic. I need to focus, I need to get a massage, my shoulders are killing me. Or not so much my shoulders but that muscle-y space in between my shoulders and neck. I need to figure out what I want to say about the portrayal of female sexuality in The Hours. But mostly I just need to find a perfect place to study because the state library 24 hour study area is WAY TOO CROWDED and LOUD. Almost all of the seats are taken. It's 11 pm and there are almost no open desks. How ridiculous is this? It just goes to show you that everyone at SDSU procrastinates way too much or that all the professors here have ridiculous expectations for their students. Considering the conversations I've been hearing, I'm banking on the former. I seriously need to just freaking get on it.
Here are a few small things before I go:
--CONGRATULATIONS JEFF!
--I hate work so, so much. I need a real job. A job with editing or writing or something that has to do with English in the least bit. Something that matters even a little.
--My last day of classes is tomorrow. LAST DAY OF CLASSES EVER. So crazy.
--You graduate too, dontcha Baby J? When? Are you excited or nervous or both? We should form a support group for recent college graduates with no direction in their lives.
--Hey, that's actually a decent idea. I could make some good money off that.
--I want to go karaoke again as a celebration for finishing college. But somewhere where they have Lady Gaga and new Beyonce.
C'est tout. Bon soir mes ami.
would you rather...
eat a raw/live chicken whole (feathers and all)
or
have a buffalo diarrhea all over your face?
I actually would go for the latter because you can just clean yourself up super super super good afterward and (I think) you'd be as good as new. You have to suffer with chicken feathers and feet and eyeballs and brains and beak processing through your system for days. I don't know though; what would YOU do?
But that's completely off-topic. I need to focus, I need to get a massage, my shoulders are killing me. Or not so much my shoulders but that muscle-y space in between my shoulders and neck. I need to figure out what I want to say about the portrayal of female sexuality in The Hours. But mostly I just need to find a perfect place to study because the state library 24 hour study area is WAY TOO CROWDED and LOUD. Almost all of the seats are taken. It's 11 pm and there are almost no open desks. How ridiculous is this? It just goes to show you that everyone at SDSU procrastinates way too much or that all the professors here have ridiculous expectations for their students. Considering the conversations I've been hearing, I'm banking on the former. I seriously need to just freaking get on it.
Here are a few small things before I go:
--CONGRATULATIONS JEFF!
--I hate work so, so much. I need a real job. A job with editing or writing or something that has to do with English in the least bit. Something that matters even a little.
--My last day of classes is tomorrow. LAST DAY OF CLASSES EVER. So crazy.
--You graduate too, dontcha Baby J? When? Are you excited or nervous or both? We should form a support group for recent college graduates with no direction in their lives.
--Hey, that's actually a decent idea. I could make some good money off that.
--I want to go karaoke again as a celebration for finishing college. But somewhere where they have Lady Gaga and new Beyonce.
C'est tout. Bon soir mes ami.
gina
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Annie Szafranski • May 11th 2010 • Reply
I CAN'T BELIEVE TODAY IS YOUR LAST DAY OF CLASS!!
I am WAY jealous for you, and happy for you that you made it through state!
OH, your mention of Beyonce made me remember, "halo" came up on shuffle a few times over the weekend, which is what I needed to add to my list: Epic halo session.
And I could never eat a live chicken whole, so I would go with the second option, as gross as that is..but I would really rather do neither.
Jeff Micklos • May 14th 2010 • Reply
Thank you Gina but congratulations to YOU as well! I imagine by this time you are done, correct? Must feel nice! You made it. (I present this to you)
Anddd I would choose the buffalo because it just MIGHT be funny in the right context. Didn't people do that stuff on Jackass for years and make millions? At the very least, you will be a YouTube sensation...
gina • May 15th 2010 • Reply
Well, I'm done with classes and just have my finals left (which are next Tuesday and Thursday). That's for the Jay-Z, though. I'll listen to that all day on Friday [WHEN I GRADUATE!!!]