Save me from the nothing I've become
Seriously, I don't think I put as much work into school for my masters and undergrad combined as I am in the month that I've been in this program. Fuck, it's a lot of work.
Case in point, a midterm I've been working on for 8 hours. EIGHT HOURS and counting. Ok, well, some of that was spent procrastinating with running and baking and watching football, but still, WTF? It's not difficult, per se, but it is time consuming to sift through 45 articles worth of statistics in order to back up your points. This research should not be hard for a former English major, but FUCK! Novels are so much easier. I should've gotten my PhD in lit. I'm wilting.
So let's see. Oh my great whatever. Well, most of the day was fairly typical. I got a lot of research done for a survey I have to help write (and hopefully co-publish, and then I went to a meeting, but here's the cool part: I was walking back to my car and randomly was handed a free ticket (worth $75) to the wine festival outside of town. It was a fancy smancy affair, so I had exactly 2.5 min to run home, change out of running clothes and into a sexy slip dress and kitten heels, smack on some eyeliner and lipgloss, and then head to a winery in the middle of nowhere. And I did.
It is a beautiful winery for sure, and the wine is actually quite good for a local Texas wine. The food was odd, though. Everything I put into my mouth tasted remarkably unlike what it should taste like. The pasta marinara, for example, tasted like curry, sesame chicken like cumin, and so on. Plus, I was surrounded by rich, drunk republicans, which wouldn't be so bad except that the debates were on, and chauvinistic men were hooting and hollering about Palin's ass while at the same time rooting for "the little girl to do a good job." This boorish cacophany was so loud that I barely heard the debate, but it seemed pretty benign.
I could've had a date with one of the nicer of the drunk repubs, but Glinda wisely texted me not to, though a date with him would be much better than doing an 8 hour midterm.
Ok, need to finish up my last question (a 5 pager worth 30 points), and then it's on to the analysis paper due on Tuesday. Glug. I need a beer--Ooo and something fried.
Ha ha, oh and Prax, did you see SNL last night? He said "Delaware." Lol.
Case in point, a midterm I've been working on for 8 hours. EIGHT HOURS and counting. Ok, well, some of that was spent procrastinating with running and baking and watching football, but still, WTF? It's not difficult, per se, but it is time consuming to sift through 45 articles worth of statistics in order to back up your points. This research should not be hard for a former English major, but FUCK! Novels are so much easier. I should've gotten my PhD in lit. I'm wilting.
So let's see. Oh my great whatever. Well, most of the day was fairly typical. I got a lot of research done for a survey I have to help write (and hopefully co-publish, and then I went to a meeting, but here's the cool part: I was walking back to my car and randomly was handed a free ticket (worth $75) to the wine festival outside of town. It was a fancy smancy affair, so I had exactly 2.5 min to run home, change out of running clothes and into a sexy slip dress and kitten heels, smack on some eyeliner and lipgloss, and then head to a winery in the middle of nowhere. And I did.
It is a beautiful winery for sure, and the wine is actually quite good for a local Texas wine. The food was odd, though. Everything I put into my mouth tasted remarkably unlike what it should taste like. The pasta marinara, for example, tasted like curry, sesame chicken like cumin, and so on. Plus, I was surrounded by rich, drunk republicans, which wouldn't be so bad except that the debates were on, and chauvinistic men were hooting and hollering about Palin's ass while at the same time rooting for "the little girl to do a good job." This boorish cacophany was so loud that I barely heard the debate, but it seemed pretty benign.
I could've had a date with one of the nicer of the drunk repubs, but Glinda wisely texted me not to, though a date with him would be much better than doing an 8 hour midterm.
Ok, need to finish up my last question (a 5 pager worth 30 points), and then it's on to the analysis paper due on Tuesday. Glug. I need a beer--Ooo and something fried.
Ha ha, oh and Prax, did you see SNL last night? He said "Delaware." Lol.
Labels: beer, debate, delaware, eyeliner, grad school, great whatever, wine
posted by Cranky at 12:42 PM
1 Comments:
Wilmington, DE. Represent. Funny thing is, Biden talked about hanging out at a restaurant in Wilmington that hasn't been around in 25-30 years. Whoops.
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