I just clued in as to why I thought yesterday's seminar felt off -- it was a glitch in the Matrix. Allow me to explain. I was surrounded by 18 fellow undergraduates, let a Douglas Adams reference go, and heard it go "plonk" instead of the expected "ping" (that's my first use of a Weir-ism so far -- my Modern Critical Theory prof -- just to show my appreciation for the not-too-shabby mark on my last paper). Not a one had heard of him. This isn't just implausible -- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is mandatory reading in high school -- but bordering on impossible, causing me great concern because 1) I really can't afford to go crazy right now, 2) many people out there also can't afford to have me go crazy, and 3) I think the stress from just trying to grasp how anyone could live and breathe without being acquainted with Douglas Adams causes me to break out -- quite a feat, considering my skin usually resembles low-quality white bond paper.
Procrastination has driven me to do a lot of things before, but when avoiding work means voluntary physical punishment (exercise, of course!), I really ought to worry. That, and I have a tub and a half of plain yogurt, 7 bananas, 8 oranges and two bags of choy to finish before Friday evening, at which point I get to go home and get stuffed some more. Would anybody be interested in a day-to-day update of my fridge's contents? I could probably use the reminder myself, since the freezer's been frozen shut on my (bar) fridge for so long that I don't remember if there's anything left inside.
Remind me to talk about Grade 8 girls, peer pressure, and teaching my hapless tutor-ee my meagre currency analyst and French skills. Ah, vive la cynique libre.
Procrastination has driven me to do a lot of things before, but when avoiding work means voluntary physical punishment (exercise, of course!), I really ought to worry. That, and I have a tub and a half of plain yogurt, 7 bananas, 8 oranges and two bags of choy to finish before Friday evening, at which point I get to go home and get stuffed some more. Would anybody be interested in a day-to-day update of my fridge's contents? I could probably use the reminder myself, since the freezer's been frozen shut on my (bar) fridge for so long that I don't remember if there's anything left inside.
Remind me to talk about Grade 8 girls, peer pressure, and teaching my hapless tutor-ee my meagre currency analyst and French skills. Ah, vive la cynique libre.
