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Finally finished that blasted Turgay paper! I was up until almost 3 am doing that and studying for the Arabic test, which was easy, even though I don't think that I did especially well on it. Now, I'm not even tired, I think that I'm running on pure adrenaline or something, because even when I get like 8 hours of sleep (the three times per year that this happens)I don't have this much. My papers contain very little garbage,(or at least, I would venture, less garbage than the average first year MA social science paper) which I believe is the reason that they're usually shorter rather than longer. Mere and I are having dinner with Chris (I almost typed "Christ"! HA!)which excites me. Anything involving Chris turns into a rousing discussion, in which I inevitably throw something at his head. Someone recently suggested that the cat scratching my nose was a pre-emptive strike against my making him into a giant valentine. Well, George Bush kitty, it won't work! You will get covered with pink construction paper hearts, and you will look cute! I accidentally insulted someone who works on the Daily (McGill's fucking asinine "leftist" school paper)and I feel bad. I stand by my evaluation of the Daily, but I don't enjoy hurting other people's feelings. Much. This insult is especially ironic because the more that I consider it, the more I think that I would like to write a newspaper column. Yes, yes, like Carrie Bradshaw, but I genuinely think that I would be good at it. .
So, the effing paper really is done! It was supposed to be 30 pages (minimum) but I only had 25 and I was freakin' out when my friend J told me to change the font style. Yesssss! Now, I have a 33 page paper. Which I handed in. I hope that it's ok. I think that it is, or at least, I think that I made my point.
I feel like drinking. I have a French class tomorrow at ten, so I can't do anything tooo exciting, but I still feel like it. Guh. Men are so utterly confusing that it kills me. I can't figure them out at all.