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The amount of work I have to do for tomorrow (reading a huge packet for history + art history presentation + art history rough draft) is simply ridiculous. Really. I have passed beyond the point of useful panic into complete useless despair. And it isn't even the work itself that I hate; it's the fact that I don't want to do it that I hate. I used to love school work and learning so much. What happened?

Also I am utterly exhausted...Danica had Colin, who she recently hired, stay the night here because she says he's exhausted and gets no sleep because he lives in a party house, and she needs him to be rested because two other workers are sick. He got plenty of sleep. I know because he snored all night and I didn't get any. Grrrrowl. It wasn't even those regular snores one can get used to--it was the I've-got-a-stuffed-nose-but-I-refuse-to-breathe-through-my-mouth snores, the ones that start all quiet and whistly and then build up to a huge, loud SNORK, and then silence for about a minute and then it starts all over again. If there is any noise more frustrating than that in the entire world, I don't know what it is. I ended up taking a blanket and Good Omens out to the hall at four in the morning (don't tell me I should have brought Vasari; I was too tired to comprehend it), and sat there reading until five. God. I hate snoring. I don't care if he lives in a party house, I'm going to be selfish. It's my bloody room. (I couldn't care less if he slept here if he didn't snore. Really. But GOD...if I hadn't left the room I probably would have taken my pillow and pulled an Othello. Argh.)

Well. Back into the pit of despair (don't even think about trying to escape). I really hate not liking school. I really, really do.

ETA: Would anyone like to come to the Opera with me Thursday night? It looks to be really bizarre and very good. First come first serve, let me know by Wednesday night because I have to get the ticket from Annie on Thursday. Ta.

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Pull an Othello. *snerk*

I'm sorry though. :(

Yeah, well. Without the sexual history. But. The pillow was really tempting me.

Whispering thoughts of murder....ehehe.

Umm... I don't like Kennawithmurderonhermind...

As for the school/learning thing, find great teachers and LATCH ON. That's been my luck here from the getgo, thank goodness.

Phil, do you honestly think I could kill someone? Really?

And yes...that is rather my plan...

Yes. If you really wanted to. You could do anything if you put your mind to it.

... no, actually. But it's still a scary concept! After all, you're irrepressible, who knows whether the murder might bubble to the surface...

I really doubt I could kill anything unless it was self-defense. Or it was a turkey, and I was going to eat it. I still have a grudge against turkeys.

The Turkey Assault and Injury League (TAIL) - President, Kenna Kettrick.

President of TAIL? ...right. I'll just put that at the top of my resume, shall I? ;D

I think "Head of TAIL" has a nice ring, actually.

It does. Probably the oxymoronic effect. :D

" I used to love school work and learning so much. What happened?"

Prissy professors who think they are the god of whatever subject they're teaching, who don't really care about the students so much as their reputation and own prowess, who delight in showing students that they are, indeed, not as smart as them --- oh wait. That's my college experience. :P

*cough* What I meant to say is that to me, college is not an institution where people truly learn anymore -- it's a money making machine. I wish that the taking on of apprentices was still common practice -- there's something about learning from the masters of a subject in a way that isn't dependant upon tests on paper, but rather hands on experience, that really appeals to me. (Well, it's that or I've been reading too much harry potter fanfiction.)

But I have found that having a few really great teachers can really change how you feel about school. Three years ago I was screaming at all of schooldom. Now I'm remembering my history prof, my watercolor prof, even my physics prof with fondness, despite the boatloads of homework they gave me. And the panic attacks.

And snoring people get the boot. Can't stand it.

Oh man, I am so with you on the apprentices thing. There are a lot of things from the past that other countries still have, that America seems to have given up - the taking of apprentices, haggling - nobody does that in America anymore. =(

I would have SO much fun being somebody's apprentice. There's a tiny old-fashioned bookbinding shop in Pioneer Square run by a wierd old man....I really want to go down there and ask if he'll take me on and teach me the noble and ancient art of bookmaking. :D

I would totally do it. Go for it, next time you have a bunch of free time. 'Cause that would just be cool. =)

Yes! Or, you know, take summers and go ~~whore out my skills~~ apprentice myself to someone at Camlann Medival Faire...

Yeah...it's that, definetely. And the total overwhelmingness (I know that en't a word, shaddap :))...it means that I can't really enjoy what I'm doing because I'm already worrying about what I have to do next.

I have had some kickass professors--both my former history teachers rocked, and my lit teachers as well. My history teacher this quarter is an adjunct and utterly insane, though. Ah well.

(And really? If he ever sleeps here again? And snores? I'm kicking HIM out into the hall.)

she "hired" him??? what??

She's a manager at Subway.

ahhhhh. I thought it may have been some sick fetish thing. too bad..

aha! no...not really. :D

I have a question. What did she hire Colin for?

P.S. I would love to go to the opera if I hadn't decided to be SMART for once goddammit. I have a math test on Friday and I know zip about trig. So. Have fun, my lesbian lover.

To work at Subway. She's a manager, and so has the ability to hire and fire. Hehe.

Ah well...study, then, and be smart. I'll take you on a hot date some other time. :D