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God's own country
is Western Kansas. Mountains and hills and forests are overrated and claustrophobic. True beauty lies somewhere between Hutchison and Goodland, Kansas, where the fields and the sky go on until you drown in them. A thunderstorm will roll in out of the clear blue sky and beat you to a pulp, ending just in time to let the sunset light the fields on ( Read more... ) -
Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah
It's odd how now that I'm back in Wichita it feels like I never left. Which is fine except that I never ever want to see another job application as long as I live. But God, it's good to be home. -
And it is that thing which is that upon which true knowledge rests, at no other time but that.
Reading Aristotle is like a more nerdy version of "Where's Waldo?" only it's more along the lines of "Where's the antecedent?"
Oh, what an exhilarating romp through the land of Pronoun Overuse. -
YOUR FACE IS A HARMONIOUS-EQUIPOTENTIAL SYSTEM
And, after two and a half hours of poring over my lab study guide and only answering one and a half questions, the only sentiment left in my brain is AND SO'S YOUR MOM. -
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Best line of any freshman reading ever:
"Good evening gentlemen, I'm plastered."
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No, I don't talk in class.
I've decided why. My parents/my tutors are wrong. I'm not hesitant to talk. If I have something to say, I'll say it...but I just can't force myself to talk if I don't. Turns out I don't have much to say, both in and out of class...but that's fine. Not everybody needs to talk. I like listening better anyway. -
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My don rags: tomorrow, 8:45 ( Read more... ) -
Oh, the library
It's funny how library work-study used to be a coveted position.
Right now, frankly, I'd rather be chipping hardened scrambled egg off a frying pan.
I know the rest of campus must be sick as hell of hearing the librarians bitch about this.
But the whole thing could be ignored if we were just allowed to do our work.
No such luck?
Damn.