Finals

It's 1:26 AM. I just tried to eat a piece of bread that I noticed was moldy only AFTER I had eaten a portion of the mold. And I just finished eating a frozen piece of pumpkin pie.

My life has hit rock bottom.

Oh my lands

I have a locker at the library I use regularly, as in once, twice a day. I use this locker to store my drugs books, and, I reiterate, I use it REGULARLY. But when I got to my locker to open it yesterday, I found I had completely forgotten the combination. I tried every number combination that came to mind, and finally gave up and went to go ask someone my locker combination, and the combination they gave to me didn't seem remotely familiar, even though I was well aware this WAS the combination, since it opened my locker.

This is the state of my brain: it has just randomly decided to delete pieces of information in order to store important bits of information, like say, what Paris Hilton was wearing on Tuesday. I am not going to be surprised when it Ctrl - Alt - Delete's EVERYTHING in there, which will most likely come before my Chinese Art Final.

Always Me

Have you ever had a radiator bust its cap on you? Ever? I have a big presentation coming up on Monday and while this is scary, the radiator blowing up on me was enough to put the fear of God in me.

Where: My bedroom
When: Evening
How: I was sitting around, writing my essay, when I said to myself "You know, I think I would like the heat on a little higher." And so I started to twist the radiator cap and before I knew it, with a magnificent "POP," I was holding the cap in my hand and there was an Old Faithful geyser fountain of hot steam blasting forth from my radiator. And I really do mean Old Faithful when I say it. Within seconds I could not see anything in my room.

This is about the time that I screamed, grabbed my computer, and high-tailed it out of my bedroom.

My bedroom was a bonafide sauna in no time at all, and shortly afterward the fire alarm was set off. After several minutes, Old Faithful exhausted itself and I was able to go back in to open the window and to sit and ponder how I manage to do these things.

I am impressed by the soup I made!

I used to have this hope that one day I would sit down in front of an empty word document and suddenly fully formed, coherent sentences would be flowing through my finger tips and onto the word document. My fingers would not be able to keep up with my thoughts, everything would be SO in place! I would type, type, type, with a goal in sight and every sentence would just line up to prove a point that would knock everyone's socks off.

Correction: It's not "I used to" it's "I still have," but I only think that before I actually sit down in front of my computer. Once I'm there, it's pretty obvious that I will not have the problem of my typing keeping up with what I'm thinking. Because it's clear I am thinking nothing that could be put into my BA thesis.

One would think the years and years of education would have taught me otherwise. I guess I remain a hopeless optimist, though.