You're So Jealous

I've got mine.

Final exam tomorrow. Then a 3-day weekend o'fun.

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Suppose I oughts to explain myself while I'm on here.

Taking a 3-week class because I'm a sadist, and it's killing me. Not the class itself, but the class combined with working every single day.

Have to write a paper. Want to nap. Which will win?

My money's on the nap. Paper's not due until Tuesday morning, after all.

I Missed That Week

This sentence was somewhere in blogland yesterday...

[The English] used to have the most civilized nation on earth.

When was that, exactly?

Depends on your definition of civilization, I suppose.

Cool

Trilobites live!

Old-School

Excellent. I'll have to go see that one.

Let the Healing Begin

Sleep deprivation...finals week diet of carbs...caffeine overload...frankly, I look like sh*t.

But now it is all over. I turned in my take-home exams (which were probably full of incoherent babbling, but I do not know for certain because I could not be bothered with proof-reading) and the only thing I have left is one short little summary of my research for one short little instructor. So basically, I am done for the semester.

I took a shower, moisturized like crazy, and am now drinking water and contemplating a salad. Or a fast.

There is a bag of candy fruit slices on my desk, left over from the finals week diet, and I do not know what possessed me to buy them. I don't even like candy fruit slices. But they are made of sugar, and that must have been the appeal. I'll have to leave them at work or something. Now that finals are over, I wouldn't dream of actually eating them.

Ah, the return of sanity. Such as it is.

Good News

I didn't have to blow up my car...it appears to be spider-free.

Paul mentioned in the comments below that he has no fear of spiders--only wasps. Which is the exact opposite of me. I fear the relatively harmless spider but don't care much about stinging bees and wasps. Yes, I am irrational. I admit it freely.

If a wasp flies into my car, I calmly grab it and throw it out the window. No swerving or hysterics. I am a bad. ass.

Unless there's a spider around.
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In other news, I am now all alone. The roommate moved out, and I have the place to myself until the end of July.

((stretch))

The Worst Thing Ever

I went out to buy caffeine in bulk and as I was driving home, noticed a largish spider crawling on my windshield. The *inside* of my windshield. I don't take too kindly to spiders invading my personal space (i.e., home, car, person) and quickly squished it with a bag. Luckily, I did not wreck my car in the process.

I continued home, fearful of the spider's spouse making an appearance...I have noticed that I always come upon spiders in pairs.

Sure enough, as I was pulling into the parking lot, I noticed a matching largish spider near my head on the inside of the driver's-side window. This one was closer to actually TOUCHING ME, and thus caused much more commotion within my vehicle. There was some swerving, but I hit nothing, and finally ended that spider's life as well.

Obviously, I got into my apartment and immediately stripped off all my clothes in case there was some sort of infestation...then showered to free myself of the creepy-crawly heebie-jeebies.

If there are more spiders in my vehicle tomorrow when I can inspect it in daylight, I will have no choice but to torch it.

(And yes, it is almost 3 a.m. right now. This is a study break.)

One Down

Had a 7:30 exam this morning. It took about twenty minutes to complete. Unfortunately, my morning dose of caffeine didn't kick in until about 8:15.

I'm hoping it didn't kick too hard...going back to bed...'cause I'm a college student and must do such things...nyah, nyah...

Tricksy Professor

So one of my professors gave us a take-home final, and there was much rejoicing. But it was a trick! It is supposed to be 12 pages long. TWELVE PAGES. You do not give us a 12-page paper for a final. It is just not done.

For example, my other take-home final can only be a maximum of 1000 words (about 4 pages). This is near standard...professors don't want to be stuck grading ginormous treatises at the end of the semester. They only have so long to turn in grades.

But the 12-page professor has a grad-student grader who will be stuck grading the papers (even though she has her own finals to take). And the class is over 100 students. It's like he's evil or something. Yet borderline attractive.

Twelve pages. Bah.

The Only Thing To Do

If your boss is the only one at work who can't perform a particular skill, the only obvious course of action is to take all of the items in stock that require that skill...perform that skill...and leave them to fill his desk.

It's like a law or something.

Query

A poll...you married men...do you wear a wedding band? If not, why not?