If Laziness Was a Crime, I'd Get the Death Penalty

Today is my day off, a day that I hope will be devoid of all academic thoughts. You see, that's how I manage my strange little existence. I climb the Ivory Tower all week long, and climb it I do, complete with discussions with professors and trips to the library. But on Friday, the sweatshirt goes on, the Hershey Kisses go in, and it's all true crime drama, all the time. It's probably the most un-academic thing you can think of. But it's survival, and it works for me.

Last night I probed (I did not stalk, mind you, I just merely asked) and found out that Moviescene guy is attending a Modern Poetry class before my Milton class. Interesting. Very interesting. That means, he has to be an English major, because no one would take Modern Poetry if they weren't using it for English credit. Hmmmm. I don't know quite what to think of this newest development, but the fact remains that he is a cool son of a bitch, and that's all that I need to know.

My mother is reading Anna Karenina to see what all the fuss is about, and is actually liking it. This raises my respect level for my mother ten-fold. I mean, she's an accounting professor, she's not supposed to have this latent appetite for Tolstoy. But she does, and that's cool, even though she is driving me crazy by asking me all these strange questions. Oh well.

To Do List for This Weekend
1. finish all applications for summer workshops
2. clean house
3. read for pleasure
4. sleep
5. make a big meal for Matt, probably involving a trifle, as I have about 3 things of heavy cream that die in a week
6. work on novella, which my opinion of has been raised forty fold by the kind comments of classmates. Awwwww....

Have a good un!