Listening to:
WFMU

I hate to have to say this, because in saying it I reveal far more about my sad life that I want to, and you will not think I'm cool anymore. But if I don't write it out, it will just stay with my forever, and I will have to think of it every day and life will become intollerable. So I will write it, and you will read it, and then we will both pretend to forget it. Okay? I have noticed that as the people from Friends get older, they become far less sexy, and far more prone to making sex-related jokes. And I wonder, every day, when I am eating dinner and there is nothing else to watch but Friends, why the writers thought this was a good thing to do. Why do they want me to think of these saggy, grumpy, infantile adults in the context of sex? Do they want to punish the people who continued to watch the show long after its peak, by making them disgusted with the very characetrs they love so much? I don't know! But I do know that I routinely punish myself at dinner time by settling on a show that squicks me out so much.

Life on campus is starting to be a little too stressful. The walk to class used to be full of kids grooving to their headphones, girls giggling about last weekend's gossip, guys skateboarding and doing crazy stunts (at 9 in the morning? gah! why? you are too awake!), or first years in their jammie pants rubbing their eyes and saying "uuuh, dude, why do they make classes so early?". But now, everyone is awake and stompy all over campus, carrying books and queuing up to go into the library, making photocopies (hey, yes please, continue to make copies, gentle customers), and generally freaking out. Because! There! Are only! Three! Weeks! Left! Of class! Ah!

Which is good and bad. Good because my sister ends every email or msn conversation with COME HOME NOW, and good because I have plans for when school is over for the holidays (finish my painting, read a stack of delicious books, derust my bike, etc). But bad because there are four essays to write, my computer is sick, and I am feeling really nervous about this essay thing, to be honest. On the other hand, I do like how everyone sort of bands together at the end of term, taking care of each other's brains, watching out to make sure no one has a melt-down, and no one runs out of printer ink or tea, or cookies, or anything. Msn conversations at 2 in the morning, lunchtime study session, knocks on your door when you've been in there for 36 straight hours. Camaraderie all around!

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