I just found out I am very good at cutting my hand, then subsequently giving myself a papercut on my tongue while attempting to open the bandaid wrapper with my remaining hand and mouth.

Last night I dreamt about Julius Caesar. He found out I was not pleased with his use of the Oratio Obliqua (a form of indirect discourse) in his account of the Gallic War, which I am currently translating for my LATIN 301 class. He came to me in the middle of the night and scratched me with his laurel, leaving a thousand tiny little cuts all over ( Read more... )

Contrary to what Merry Graham may believe, my name is not Paul Chen, and I am not a lesbian ( Read more... )

Erin and I ended up staying in Bellingham today, effectively eliminating the ferry rides and eight hours in the car from my weekend travel plans, which would have been necessary to get us to Forks. I was too sick and Erin was to stressed about homework. It seems a little silly to have spent all the money and time and effort getting here yesterday ( Read more... )

Robyn was right. The Eugene airport is not very exciting ( Read more... )

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh Gogol Bordello blew my mind.

Is EVERYONE avoiding homework right now? 51 of my facebook friends are online right now. Stop procrastinating, people!

Twittering the debate made my hands hurt ( Read more... )

I am obsessing over Folded Arm Figurines and the Goulandris Master, probably to an unhealthy level.

I have been taking notes in Art History and Mythology by hand, then typing them up at home. This gives me another opportunity to soak in what I wrote down, which I usually can't do because I'm too busy in class writing things down. Today's lectures ( Read more... )

I'm finally back in Eugene.
I'm still sick, still tired, and still sad.
I was only gone 39 1/2 hours, but it felt like weeks. 
I'm going to sleep now.