I just finished my History 340 term paper. It combines modern anarchism, Godwin and Proudhon along with some Goldman, and the musical stylings of Godspeed You! Black Emperor. I really wracked my brain for this one: yesterday I was in front of the computer for like, six hours and churned out quite a bit. Today was another long one, and the crystallized product lies in wait on a 3x5 for editing. I don't know if I'll be dinged or not, but I'm running onto the 15th page, when the requirement was 10.
Not much else to report. Last week, my buddy Justin and I were so detached from our Jefferson and Jackson class that we took to playing "historical hangman." Apparently we didn't make eye contact enough with the professor often enough so he took it upon himself to call us out. Too bad he told us to shut up, because we weren't even talking. When class ended the guy in front of us told us that he couldn't even hear us.
Yesterday morning, at nine, I took the Writing Proficiency Exam. Everybody was like "oh man, this shit is tough." I guess I didn't get that memo because I was done and completely satisfied with my essay in half the alloted time. There was a smoking hot girl there and if I'm not completely mistaken, she was looking at me with frequency, perhaps looking for inspiration? I think I may know where to find her on campus, so I'll play the role of creepy stalker guy.
Time to relax....ahhhhhhhh.
Not much else to report. Last week, my buddy Justin and I were so detached from our Jefferson and Jackson class that we took to playing "historical hangman." Apparently we didn't make eye contact enough with the professor often enough so he took it upon himself to call us out. Too bad he told us to shut up, because we weren't even talking. When class ended the guy in front of us told us that he couldn't even hear us.
Yesterday morning, at nine, I took the Writing Proficiency Exam. Everybody was like "oh man, this shit is tough." I guess I didn't get that memo because I was done and completely satisfied with my essay in half the alloted time. There was a smoking hot girl there and if I'm not completely mistaken, she was looking at me with frequency, perhaps looking for inspiration? I think I may know where to find her on campus, so I'll play the role of creepy stalker guy.
Time to relax....ahhhhhhhh.
yeah, I tend to just admire girls from afar myself. The "sport fucks"--these Abercrombie preppy chicks--usually get my head turning, but that's all they are: sport fucks.
Oh well, I guess. Sometimes it's better to whine about not getting chicks than to whine about having to deal with any.
[Edited on Apr 18, 2005 1:18AM]