No Rest For The Extraordinarily Wicked, Apparently

Wellety wellety wellety. I am going to be so busy with this tee ay that I might explode this quarter.

nice.

Homo is Better Than Hetero....Scedasticity, that is!

I'm. FUCKING. Done.

Sweet. FUCKING. God.

We are both seriously in need of a reprieve from this god-forsaken, "I pay 100,000 dollars for entry to a fancy tent party" place, and therefore tomorrow we are staying overnight in palm springs just for sanity's sake. But i will be back and beginning to catch up on things thursday and friday. A vendredi,

teresita
X.O.X.O.

P.s. i totally kicked its fucking ass. And did it with style. Here is an example: I accidentally made and then forgot to delete the following pun from one of my responses--'thus, in the last few decades, methodological rigor in this area of psychologee has become de rigeur.'

that will either earn me brownie points or result in my immediate excommunication from academia. not totally sure. but definitely, it made me laugh when I remembered having written that and then chuckled knowingly to myself at my own hilariousness, making a mentla note to go back and edit that out later. i'm not even sure that's the correct way of using the phrase 'de rigeur.'

oh what the fuck do i care, i just finished hazing. and had a nice glass of wine with my friends in a nice bar and now i am going to sleep for eleven hours then go hang out in the desert.

SMOOCHIES AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHLEIGH.

She's Learning The Spaces She Leaves Have Their Own Things To Say

Still moody. No one wants to talk to me, am appallingly unpleasant. Almost cried during the Today show. My stomach has been cramping all weirdly for a week. Is this the last vestage of the flu thing I've had for a month? Who knows.

I listened to the Ani DiFranco song referenced above about sixteen times in a row, jumping around and singing when it gets to the good part (you guys know which part I mean. At least, Jenny and Stacey do. Probably all of you. But at least Jenny and Stacey).

I am going to meet my fellow devlopmenshul cohorts (hee, works so many ways) in an hour for lunch. Not sure what that will result in other than renewed panic.

All of my friends (e.g., my officemate and literally everyone in one of my labs) has either just accepted a job in Europe or is prepping for an interview in Europe or Australia. I am insanely jealous. There better still be international jobs in a few years.

It's crunch time, laundry-wise also. I'm on to my last pair of jeans that I can comfortably wear that also don't smell. I can't do laundry until a week from now, so this pair better last me through the exams.

We're pretty broke right now, which is making it look like we can't afford to blow town for an overnight. I am pretending that chance does not exist, because I might seriously explode if I can't get a bit of time away from this town. I guess we can always go camping and shit. Harumph.

Obviously, I am stalling on being productive today. Because I'm terrified. Fabulous. Just fucking fabulous.

Please, Somebody Rescue Me

I am so bored with myself. I can hardly stand it. There's one week left before the exams, and I am alternating predictably between feeling like I don't know anything at all and can no way relate all the shit I've read to anything else, and feeling like I know too much, too much breadth, have wasted time reading all of this when I could probably get away with 60% or so, and like I just want it to be 10 days from now so I can do the following without feeling guilty:

Clean the house. Specifically, the mirrors and sinks in the bathroo areas
Do laundry. That I've been wanting to do for a month since I went goodwilling and found a huge amount of awesomeness
Watch television that is not the Science, Discovery, History, or derivative channel
Not drink a pot of coffee every day
Not pay bills late because I literally forgot about them
Shower. Yes, I feel guilty when I shower. I feel really guilty updating this, but I need a break and I am not going to get sucked into a show about how the magnetic poles are about to reverse, killing everyone with skin cancer.
go to a bookstore, or ikea, or to run errands, or to see a movie because it looks good and not because it is the only way i can detach from thinking about psychologee

God, I am so sick of myself. Seriously. If I have been scarce just thank your lucky stars. I am the most violently mood-swingy I may ever have been (!) and I am constantly making JD think up ridiculous questions to ask me. About anything having to do with science. Because I want to see if I can force them to relate to my concepts. Urgh. I really am thinking differently, but right now it's not a good thing, I feel like some kind of weird Nerd Predator.

That probably doesn't make sense. Ah well. I am still sick. Well, I still have a tickly cough thing happening that is incredibly annoying. I sound like my mom.

I really just want to feel like a person again. I cannot explain how zombie-esque this is making me. I have abandoned all hope of things like exercising regularly, or personal hygeine, because I feel too guilty doing them to take time, even though they would probably reduce some stress levels. Everything in the whole world is being put off until a week from Friday. I feel totally insane.