Dan's sniffing my ear as I'm trying to write this entry. Today, I ate nearly a dozen cider donuts and some rice crackers wrapped in seaweed, all in a misguided attempt to write yet another crappy Kant paper. I went and looked at shiny Christmas ornaments at Atkins farms. Sat out in the cold and ate sushi for breakfast. Christ, why is life so ( Read more... )

Playing Bates today, Bowdoin and Wellesley tomorrow at the Wesleyan tournament...

I handed in the first chapter of my thesis yesterday. Ran into my advisor after he read it, and he was like "You're doing reasonably well." What does that mean? Well, hopefully it means that when the department meets on Monday to discuss progress on senior theses, Sam (said advisor) will stick up for me, and the department will concur and at least ( Read more... )

I have so much work to do, but I feel so burned out. How can I possibly get everything I need to done by this weekend? I just feel so numb to it all, especially now that I'm at wonderful AO where I feel like I should just sit in the SLR and watch random movies all day instead of struggling with neverending philosophy papers.MMMRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Snaps to Mt Holyoke beating Smith 9-1 in squash tonight ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to feel like a needy toddler, except instead of demanding to be fed food every 2 hrs, I'm demanding attention, intellectual stimulation, or sheer entertainment of any kind. At least I did a little bit of work this evening (well, today). I can say in full confidence that I've started a Kant paper that was due about 3 weeks ago. Meh. I ( Read more... )

After trying and failing all weekend long, I declare myself officially incapable of writing an articulate and elegant philosophy paper. Maybe I'm meant to be a mindless consumer instead. I can spend the rest of my life following pop culture like its the Messiah. Maybe I'll even get a driver's license and drive a car with an automatic gear shift to ( Read more... )

I'm alone in a friend's room, recovering from a trip off-campus. I went to Noho to see the Motorcycle Diaries. "Huh" is my response. The first half was far too contrived for my taste, although the second half improved a bit. The character (Che) didn't grow in the film; rather, the director just related the genesis of Che, if that makes any sense. ( Read more... )

My back hurts from sitting in a chair so long, desperately attempting to write something intelligent. I never have enough time to write, I'm always playing squash, lifting, biking, doing yoga, or running around from class to class, from bullshit moment to bullshit moment, all frazzled and distracted. Nothing I do seems to be good enough, and ( Read more... )

If Bush wins, Cthulhu can eat my soul from brunch. Why do so many people still support the guy after he's proved to be so remarkably useless, not to mention embarrassing to himself, to his country, and to me, and I'm not even a citizen. grrrr