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.