Change the Channel

So, classes are done in exactly 6 days, and I can't help but be super excited. I've finished all of my assignments for the rest of the year, except....
dun...dun....dun........
The Killer Seminar Paper!
For those of you who haven't heard about this nightmare, let me fill you in.
It is a linguistics research paper, based on the theory of critical discourse/linguistic analysis. This probably sounds like a whole lot of nothing. Basically, CDLA is the analysing of communication, to find out what hidden messages are there. The unfortunate thing about CDLA research papers, is that there has been VERY LITTLE RESEARCH DONE. So, instead of finding a few good Internet sites, and making jot notes, and writing a paper,
I HAVE TO CONDUCT THE RESEARCH MYSELF.
This is all well and good, because I'm analysing teen magazines. My research is finished.
What's not good about it is the fact that it needs to be 20 pages long.
And I haven't started writing.
Stay tuned for the next episode of:
"Killing Me Too Damn Fast: One Girl's Journey Through CDLA."

Freudian Slip

Want to hear something wonderful? Tomorrow, I'm going down to Toronto to see Phantom of the Opera with my boy.
Want to hear something exciting? Tomorrow, I'm getting my new glasses.
Want to hear something hilarious? No?
Well, too bad.
Psychology class, in case you didn't know, is a large lecture of 450 students. Needless to say, comments are not encouraged, unless of course it is a pressing matter that needs to be dealt with. Unfortunately for one boy (known as Idiot-Stab-Wound Boy, for reasons you shall soon discover) this principle is NOT common sense. He feels the need to interject with every question in the book...
Yesterday, we were looking at ink-blot tests (the splotches that resemble things, only they actually don't...). This boy puts up his hand, and says "What if you don't see what you're supposed to see ***. The professor stared this boy down until he quivered, and said "You should stab yourself in the forehead for asking that question."
The boy looked astonished, and stammered "Um, maybe, should I rephrase the question?"
"You damn well better. Have I taught you nothing?"
The other 449 people in the class died laughing, including the camera man who was taping the lecture for CU TV.
*** in case you didn't know, ink blots are merely blots of ink on a page that aren't supposed to resemble anything. It is what you interpret the ink blot to be that tells a psychologist something about you. Get it?

Staples

Poor Auntie Ro,
Woke up Monday morning, went to the hospital, got her appendix out. I've been staying here for the week, and it's been a bunch of fun, other than the fact that she has 25 staples in her stomach.
Going home this weekend, I'm actually really excited. Phantom of the Opera with Jordan is on Friday, and I can't wait.
Absolutely exhausted-stayed up past midnight for the last four nights in a row, which, for me, is extremely late.
Trying to get all of my homework done, two major essays, a quiz, and my final exams. Gosh, will this ever end?
Actually, it will....three weeks until class is over.
Yessssss.

It's Minus 42.

So, I'm back from a lovely Caribbean cruise, and entering my second week of post-spring-break classes. You know what this means? Three weeks of class left and I'm DONE! Talk about a quick year! By April 2, I will be finished class, and by April 23 I will be completed all of my exams. And then I get a nice, relaxing FOUR MONTH holiday.
On the other end of the spectrum, we got a call yesterday saying that Auntie Ro was in the hospital. Turns out she has an abcessed appendix, and if they hadn't removed it last night, it could have been fatal. Unfortunately, Auntie Ro and the girls have a Dominican Republic trip scheduled for Saturday....she needs your prayers to get her into the sunshine.
Well, other than that, and a whack of midterm exams, I'm doing just fine, thank you!
Maybe I'll write more later.