Remember the time after receiving your midterm grade you promised yourself that you wouldn’t start studying for an art history exam less than 9 hours before you take it? Yeah, I see you didn’t keep your promise. Good luck on your final later and I hope you enjoy life on the streets—failure. Sincerely, You.
Took my art history final this morning. I most definitely failed considering it was only 30 points. I realized though that there is different degrees of failure when it comes to tests. One is that you walk out of there embarrassed because you know that the teacher is gonna tell you didn’t study jack shit and two is you’re less embarrassed because even though you couldn’t remember silly things like names and dates, you knew the culture, what the work depicted and some historical context.
Related note, the way I remembered one structure makes me seem like an prejudicial pervert. It involves the naked butt of a half Jewish fellow and the birth year of his fully Jewish friend (Arch of Titus 81 AD and Spoils of the Temple of Jerusalem after 81 AD).
In an unrelated note, I curse a lot more lately. Not because I’m angry or super excited but because I have become lazy and choose to not find other ways to express myself. I want to clean up my act again but salty language just tastes so good.
One in the same really, according to a certain chain store’s online application.
25 pages of multiple choice questions that all make me feel like I am a psychopath if I pick “disagree” to statements like, “I am always cheerful”.
What if I said, “agree” what happens then? WHO IS CHEERFUL ALL THE TIME?!
And “You do not like small talk”. I love small talk. It’s why I enjoy the company of older people so much better. Really, it’s much easier for me to have a conversation with a complete stranger three times my age about the intentional lack of processed sugar in my diet than with any one of my peers on any other subject. Does that make me a bad person? I think not. Socially awkward? Yes. But did I say I sit in a corner and do shady things? No. I talk with people my age on a constant basis. And we have normal conversations, thank you very much.
This company is in search of a new serial killer. I am freakin’ sure of it. ”You have friends, but you don’t like them to be too close”. Really? Really.
Dangerous Wands
Oh snap, here’s a vid I wrote with Ben Joseph and Pat Cassels. Digg it if you dig it!
I am so very happy I started following CH 10 months ago. So very, very happy.
Instead of a long entry, I’m just gonna say this:
Tonight I went on my first adventure. It was short and it didn’t involve anything fancy but I enjoyed myself.
More importantly, I did it alone.
It made me realize that I am going to miss this place immensely during winter break. I can not wait to move to the area permanently sometime during the next 5 years.
Why I Can’t Wait To Be A Mother (When I’m Good And Ready): Reason # 16
Also on this list? James Brown dance sessions, conversations in gibberish, and knitting tiny sweaters.
Death To Smoochy
| Cop: | Are you okay? |
| Randolph: | I don't know. I'm pretty fucked up in general, so it's hard to gauge. |
Never google “senior citizens chatting”—ever. Especially if you have a very active imagination, and haven’t gotten any sleep.
WATCH.
I will finally be able to watch all 12 hours. THANK YOU FINALS (wow, I can’t believe I just said that).
The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson
In addition to The Story by Brandi Carlile and My Sacrifice by Creed (yes, Creed. Don’t judge me), these three songs make up the soundtrack to my evening.
Don’t read into it. I had my Backstreet Boys dance fest this afternoon and I got to hug my future husband twice tonight. I’m quite okay.
