i have officially completed my first semester here as of 5pm today.
and it feels amazing.
sdkhsdhdshgjfhgdf!
woot!
unfortunately, i now am cleaning my room, due to the neglect it is felt over the past two months. yum, two months worth of grossness. o.0
and there's nothing going on tonight because there's this big math final tomorrow that everyone's in. i just want to celebrate!
but yes. life feels righteous.
it is saturday.
both of my exams are complete.
i survived.
BUT LAST NIGHT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
so there's this thing the night before exams start where all the students scream and streak around the yard at midnight in the freezing cold. it's amazing. the band plays and everything.
i wasn't going to participate; i was just going to wear a bathing suit bottom and a bra and pass out drinks.
so we go outside, it's like "feels like" nine degrees weather and windy as fuck.
i run out of energy drinks in like 5 minutes.
then, i see some of my male friends stripping and jumping into the fray.
i was just like, "i'm doing it."
so yeah. stripped. ran around the yard.
i feel totally accomplished.
i'm like reborn.
a new woman.
it was warm, until the alcohol effect started to wear off.
(did i mention we pregamed? that's why the cold wasn't so troublesome.)
i don't think i've ever experienced that cold of weather ever, let alone NAKED.
it's so odd when random people and tourists take pictures of you though.
and one of my friends said he saw me running. SO AWKWARD.
BUT COMPLETELY WORTH IT!<3
so when it was all said and done, i came back to my room, still intoxicated.
it's 1:30 am. i had an exam at 9 am.
i had ONE MORE LECTURE to watch.
so i watched it.
while intoxicated.
so i go to take my exam this morning, feeling oh so unprepared.
it had two essays on it.
one of them was the lecture i watched while i was intoxicated.
well i ROCKED that essay. i remembered the lecture word for word.
it was absolutely insane. unreal.
pregaming studying makes you remember shit? i'd think it would be the opposite.
psych study anyone? i'll be your participant. =]
heyhey, guess what?
MLIA. fuckyeah.
both of my exams are complete.
i survived.
BUT LAST NIGHT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
so there's this thing the night before exams start where all the students scream and streak around the yard at midnight in the freezing cold. it's amazing. the band plays and everything.
i wasn't going to participate; i was just going to wear a bathing suit bottom and a bra and pass out drinks.
so we go outside, it's like "feels like" nine degrees weather and windy as fuck.
i run out of energy drinks in like 5 minutes.
then, i see some of my male friends stripping and jumping into the fray.
i was just like, "i'm doing it."
so yeah. stripped. ran around the yard.
i feel totally accomplished.
i'm like reborn.
a new woman.
it was warm, until the alcohol effect started to wear off.
(did i mention we pregamed? that's why the cold wasn't so troublesome.)
i don't think i've ever experienced that cold of weather ever, let alone NAKED.
it's so odd when random people and tourists take pictures of you though.
and one of my friends said he saw me running. SO AWKWARD.
BUT COMPLETELY WORTH IT!<3
so when it was all said and done, i came back to my room, still intoxicated.
it's 1:30 am. i had an exam at 9 am.
i had ONE MORE LECTURE to watch.
so i watched it.
while intoxicated.
so i go to take my exam this morning, feeling oh so unprepared.
it had two essays on it.
one of them was the lecture i watched while i was intoxicated.
well i ROCKED that essay. i remembered the lecture word for word.
it was absolutely insane. unreal.
pregaming studying makes you remember shit? i'd think it would be the opposite.
psych study anyone? i'll be your participant. =]
heyhey, guess what?
MLIA. fuckyeah.
and they are going to kick me out.
i can see it now.
why did i skip so many psych lectures, and sleep through the ones i attended?
why did i never read my gov readings?
you will find me homeless, selling papers for a dime.
i'll miss my macbook pro the most.
i can see it now.
why did i skip so many psych lectures, and sleep through the ones i attended?
why did i never read my gov readings?
you will find me homeless, selling papers for a dime.
i'll miss my macbook pro the most.
4 aspects to any judgment
• quantity – all some one
• quality- f not f non-f
• relation-s is p, if then, either or
• modality-maybe is must be
i don’t feel like typing notes.
transcendental deduction
• experience is actual
• only possible if a priori
• there are a priori categories
• wtf
i love the drone of fingertips on laptop keyboards. it adds a new dimension to the class room, a symphony of taps. sometimes, it’s just one sole tip-tapper, that one that records everything, even the movement of the professor. then, the professor will make a main point, and there’s a sudden crescendo of tip-taps as the combined typing of the entire class conjoins to form one orchestra, one force. slowly, dependent on how detailed each takes their notes, one by one the instrumentalists will drop out, until again, you’re left with that sole tapper. they should arrange a computer keyboard piece.
i should be paying attention to philosophy class, considering I really don’t know anything in this class. but it is the last class, I don’t think paying attention in this one will help me any significant amount. I don’t even care about what these old dudes think. like, at one point I thought this class would be fun and interesting, but I really just don’t care. it makes it really hard to focus. it sure as hell is no sex chapter. those are the best. I love learning about sex. not in a creepy, pervert, nymphomaniac sense. I just think learning about our own sexuality is so interesting because it’s such a taboo topic. it shouldn’t be. it needs to be more open.
it’s funny. you’d think I was the lone typer right now, typing away on my keyboard. you’d think I was taking these incredible notes. I’m not. obviously. but it’s a good delusion. maybe all those sole typers are really just sitting at their computers, spilling their souls day in and day out, recording their deepest thoughts. or maybe they’re just recording everything the professor says like a stupid little brownnoser.
i don’t belong here. I have focusing issues, I don’t get complex concepts, I don’t like writing papers. screw it, i HATE writing papers. and I didn’t learn much in my life. there are people here who came into Harvard knowing ten times more than I was ever even exposed to. I should have went to art school. graphic design and marketing. maybe i'd fit in there. or maybe they'd all be pretentious pricks like the "artiste's" back home, and i truly wouldn't fit in at all. all i know is i'm going to lose myself here, drowning in the coattails of the overachievers. i may already be lost. i never was an overachiever. who was i kidding? i'm not very smart. my life is average. it's still sad that my last few harvardfml's have been rejected, because even my life isn't fucked enough to be posted on a website. there are people drowning more than i am and that's scary because i don't know about them, but i think i need a lifeboat or at least one of those red and white s.s. titanic lifesaver thingies. Harvard is sucking away any semblance of creativity or independence I ever possessed. shit, I’m going to be late for section. bye philosophy notes.
• quantity – all some one
• quality- f not f non-f
• relation-s is p, if then, either or
• modality-maybe is must be
i don’t feel like typing notes.
transcendental deduction
• experience is actual
• only possible if a priori
• there are a priori categories
• wtf
i love the drone of fingertips on laptop keyboards. it adds a new dimension to the class room, a symphony of taps. sometimes, it’s just one sole tip-tapper, that one that records everything, even the movement of the professor. then, the professor will make a main point, and there’s a sudden crescendo of tip-taps as the combined typing of the entire class conjoins to form one orchestra, one force. slowly, dependent on how detailed each takes their notes, one by one the instrumentalists will drop out, until again, you’re left with that sole tapper. they should arrange a computer keyboard piece.
i should be paying attention to philosophy class, considering I really don’t know anything in this class. but it is the last class, I don’t think paying attention in this one will help me any significant amount. I don’t even care about what these old dudes think. like, at one point I thought this class would be fun and interesting, but I really just don’t care. it makes it really hard to focus. it sure as hell is no sex chapter. those are the best. I love learning about sex. not in a creepy, pervert, nymphomaniac sense. I just think learning about our own sexuality is so interesting because it’s such a taboo topic. it shouldn’t be. it needs to be more open.
it’s funny. you’d think I was the lone typer right now, typing away on my keyboard. you’d think I was taking these incredible notes. I’m not. obviously. but it’s a good delusion. maybe all those sole typers are really just sitting at their computers, spilling their souls day in and day out, recording their deepest thoughts. or maybe they’re just recording everything the professor says like a stupid little brownnoser.
i don’t belong here. I have focusing issues, I don’t get complex concepts, I don’t like writing papers. screw it, i HATE writing papers. and I didn’t learn much in my life. there are people here who came into Harvard knowing ten times more than I was ever even exposed to. I should have went to art school. graphic design and marketing. maybe i'd fit in there. or maybe they'd all be pretentious pricks like the "artiste's" back home, and i truly wouldn't fit in at all. all i know is i'm going to lose myself here, drowning in the coattails of the overachievers. i may already be lost. i never was an overachiever. who was i kidding? i'm not very smart. my life is average. it's still sad that my last few harvardfml's have been rejected, because even my life isn't fucked enough to be posted on a website. there are people drowning more than i am and that's scary because i don't know about them, but i think i need a lifeboat or at least one of those red and white s.s. titanic lifesaver thingies. Harvard is sucking away any semblance of creativity or independence I ever possessed. shit, I’m going to be late for section. bye philosophy notes.
