A Quick Post
Me: You know, I thought it was 2004 today.
Mary Kate: Well, you were only 2 years off.
So for the past two days I’ve had David Bowie’s “Rebel Rebel” song stuck in my head. You can make fun of me NOW: __________________. Ok. Probably because I watched the Transamerica trailer once too many times (what ELSE am I supposed to do?), where it’s played. My mom is probably onto something when she says that the tum-tum music makes you stupider.
Except to say that facebook should NOT be making it so obvious that you can put up multiple pictures in an album because then even less work gets done when within eyesight of a computer.
I finally got pictures developed, some left over from the summer, most from when Stacy! came and visited me. Hopefully these pictures will inspire others to come and see the way cool place I live.
And it wasn’t happening because I was up getting drunk or smoking up, but because I was doing some honest-to-goodness Egyptian hieroglyphics translations. There was a PARTY going on in room 612, and I’m going to tell you all about it.
This week was one of THOSE weeks. One of those weeks where the 2 ply toilet paper keeps on separating and only coming out one…sheet…at…a…time and your hovering tolerance is challenged even more than at kickboxing class. It was one of those weeks where you find crumbs everywhere in the room, there are ALWAYS dirty dishes in the sink, and the trashcan is always on the verge of exploding.
The menu for the next three months will be:
Reflecting back on the very recent past (since when I've been reading such greats as the Marx-Engels Reader, The Wealth of Nations (yes, you have heard me complain about him long enough, I know) and other philosophers about social theory) I've come up with a perfect solution to the problem I face with not comprehending ANYTHING I read from them.
Before we start on this week's intial Egyptian lesson, I'll just mention that I read the essay prompt incorrectly for my soc essay and I was in this delusional state where I thought that I might be able to finish the essay within a reasonable amount of time. So, if anyone could "Critically discuss Smith’s arguments on the consequences of capitalism for the human beings and the society," then please, give me ONE idea.
So it seems my blog (as many others) has become a dumping ground for minor companies looking for cheap advertising. I am absolutely thrilled.
Since I've come to Chicago I've been to two operas: Carmen and La Cenerentola. Carmen's tickets were more expensive, and the seats were worse, but what do you expect. It's Carmen.
What Adam Smith's The Wealth of Nations Makes me feel like doing:
Today I discovered something new to abhor and to complain about here, and it's not going to be about that brat in Spanish class who's hardly opened her mouth but who's made herself understood that she's WAY to advanced for everyone there and that yeah, of COURSE she can handle a project by herself because she's just such an amazing señorita that she helped furnish the Spanish faculty, curriculum, and department lock, stock, and barrel, and everyone goes to her to translate Spanish movies into English.