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Worf, we are not friends

Dear Worf,

I really think it’s unfair that your name caused forward blocking,  preventing me from remembering that the Whorfian Hypothesis was that whole thing about the language you speak affecting the way you think. Seriously, dude. I don’t think we’re talking right now.

Aaaargghhhh,

m

In other news, I leave the dorm in approximately 7 minutes (oh no, I leave NOW!) for the airport to go home to watch A and E get married! Aaa! Time has gone far too fast! See (most of) you this weekend, or meet you in San Diego!

Holy Crap, Batman!

I know this girl! She was on boingboing.net in honor of pi day, but she was also in my Shakespeare section! She likes cran-grape juice! And English! I’m like, 2 degrees of separation from boingboing! This seems to call for a lot of exclamation points!

I despise this week

Utterly. The one downside to classes without final exams, or rather, with papers, is that the week before finals, when everyone else is having a last shot at boredom, I’m writing ALL the time. This is not a pleasant thing.

Zefrank

How did it take me this long to find him? Why must I find things a week before they’re over? WHY, GOD, WHY?

 ZEFRANK’S THE SHOW

(highly recommended)

(start with some “popular shows”)

(there’s a link)

(I would link it again, but I am lazy.)

I’ve been ROBBED

This morning, I got up, realized that I’d left my alarm set the way I do on the day I have “early” (read: “before noon”) class, and reset it for a little later. I sat up what felt like 10 seconds later to the screaming of my alarm, having slept two hours without knowing it. It took me three clocks to really convince myself that it had happened. Are we sure there wasn’t some sort of cosmic vortex twisting the world’s concept of time this morning? Cause I definitely missed out.

A Bluish Haze

Dear Pot Smokers Downstairs,

I know we’ve talked about this before, but let’s just recap to be clear. I don’t know if you’re familiar with California law, but that whole thing with the no smoking within 20 feet of a public building? That means you too. I appreciate your efforts to broaden my horizons and expose me to more hallucinogens, but to be honest with you, at this distance, all you’re exposing me to is a vaguely herby scent. Anyhow, I like my horizons the way they are, thank you very much.

I know it’s California, but seriously, guys, do you have to hotbox my room too? I like being able to see across the room without getting distracted by the bluish haze you’ve let loose on the whole building. Let’s try to make an effort to keep our vices to ourselves, ok? I won’t pour chocolate chips in your window, or force you to watch TV on YouTube instead of waiting for the DVD, and YOU won’t smoke directly into my window. Mmmkay? Sound like a good plan? Yeah, I thought so too.

Love Ya!

m

P.S. Guys who live down the hall? The ones who hissed “bitch” loudly when I failed to wait the necessary 30 seconds holding the door open for them at the top of the stairs? Yeah, you’re on notice.

Morons.

Friday Nights Are All Right…

…for writing papers. This “friday at midnight” deadline is the WORST THING EVER. The worst. Fairly literally.

Luckily, I am done WAY before midnight, (10 points to me) and so am sitting on a couch next to Jessica (who is not done…boooo) and writing this instead of yet more babbling about stereotype threat and the pressure to conform to societal expectations. Oh yes, we live the most thrilling lives.

And soon? We might play Mafia. The nerdy thrills just don’t quit.