Update
Time passes strangely here. My schedule hardly conforms to the one I kept over the last several semeseters in Oklahoma. It involves a lot of late nights and a lot of sleeping in, eating meals at strange times and bouncing between the attention span of a goldfish and marathons of one activity or another.
Lately, I've been throwing all my time at procrastinating studying for my various tests and writing my paper for typology. I'm about to get to the end of a book I'm reading on lingustics, and one of the last chapters is talking about the connections that link language to race and customs in a sort of awkward way. I'm going to blame the fact that it was written in 1921 for the way it talks about race, because it's not strictly politically correct. But then, what does that even mean?
Other than that, I've spent a lot of time in my room listening to Tilly and the Wall, really. When I have something to do and feel guilty about not doing it, I spend a lot of time refusing to leave (i.e., to do anything else either useful or fun). This is a stupid practice, as it is not really conducive to anything at all.
I'm not looking forward to this week. I have two exams on Monday, one on Wednesday, and this paper to turn in. After that, though (and to be honest, all semester until now) I'll have a blissful lack of work.
Christmas is coming up, but it doesn't really feel like it, despite the town being all decked out in red and white lights and Christmas trees and Christmas markets and Santa Claus statuettes. Maybe being "finished" for the semester will make it feel more like the holidays -- even though I think the semester goes until the end of January, technically.
It seems strange that all the college kids should be back in Tulsa for the month, and probably stranger that "all the college kids" now includes those from my high school crowd who just finished their first semester.
Where did 2009 go?
Lately, I've been throwing all my time at procrastinating studying for my various tests and writing my paper for typology. I'm about to get to the end of a book I'm reading on lingustics, and one of the last chapters is talking about the connections that link language to race and customs in a sort of awkward way. I'm going to blame the fact that it was written in 1921 for the way it talks about race, because it's not strictly politically correct. But then, what does that even mean?
Other than that, I've spent a lot of time in my room listening to Tilly and the Wall, really. When I have something to do and feel guilty about not doing it, I spend a lot of time refusing to leave (i.e., to do anything else either useful or fun). This is a stupid practice, as it is not really conducive to anything at all.
I'm not looking forward to this week. I have two exams on Monday, one on Wednesday, and this paper to turn in. After that, though (and to be honest, all semester until now) I'll have a blissful lack of work.
Christmas is coming up, but it doesn't really feel like it, despite the town being all decked out in red and white lights and Christmas trees and Christmas markets and Santa Claus statuettes. Maybe being "finished" for the semester will make it feel more like the holidays -- even though I think the semester goes until the end of January, technically.
It seems strange that all the college kids should be back in Tulsa for the month, and probably stranger that "all the college kids" now includes those from my high school crowd who just finished their first semester.
Where did 2009 go?
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