This morning I woke up and smelled a distinctly autumnal tint to the air — well, no, that's a complete lie. This morning I woke up, groaned at my alarm clock, turned over and went to sleep again. Unfortunately, my alarm clock doesn't understand basic concepts like "decency" or "kindness," and mercilessly continued ringing until I was forced to crawl out from under my warm blankets into the pitiless open air. By that point, I was mostly just glad that the sky didn't look like it was going to rain buckets like it did for approximately half of yesterday.
(Me, to Housemate Katie yesterday when the day went from golden sunshine to thunderstorms: "I have a very important question for you."
Housemate Katie: "Hmm?"
Me: "WHEN DID IT START RAINING?!"
Housemate Katie: "...I'm going to go back to napping now."
Housemate Katie does not share my almost-journalistic devotion to uncovering the truth.)
[The adventures of Sasha the Super Sleuth will continue, under the cut!]
Honestly, it's been starting to feel like fall for a little while, despite the fact that most of the leaves I can see from my bedroom window remain stubbornly green.
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| Soon everything will look like this! |
So Sasha the Super Sleuth went on the case, attempting to find out where thirty days of one of the year's nicest months had gone. Bet you didn't know I had a Super Sleuth alter ego, huh? Yeah, neither did I. Life's full of surprises that way.
Helpfully, soon into my quest I discovered a bizarre contraption known as a "schedule," which had marked down regular periods of lost time known to experts as "classes." It appeared that these classes also had associated time-thieves attached to them, known as "homework assignments." Already, I had discovered what had happened to a good percentage of September!
(Normally, sleep would take up about 33% of my time — 8 hours out of a 24 hour cycle, and all that — but let's just say that my sleep schedule hasn't been the most consistent recently, and assume that it's taking somewhere between 26-30%, instead. I should really take a nap today.)
And — well, you've (potentially) read my earlier blog entries, so you know most of what I did in the first two weeks of September. According to the assorted programs and tickets I've found tucked into various bags, I also went to see "Something's Coming," the cabaret show done by four appallingly talented sophomores:
and "True West," a play about... brothers? And writing, and money, I guess, and toast. There was a lot of toast. Most of it ended up scattered over the floor, which seemed like an awful waste of bread.
Although to be entirely honest, I'm pretty sure that the best thing I've seen so far this semester is Matilda, one of the Movies of my Childhood (tm), which Housemate Katie, As-Yet-Unmentioned-Housemate Natalia, and I watched while eating Bailey's-drizzled ice cream one glorious Friday evening. (That was our "We Are All 21 and Therefore Can Do Grown-Up Things Like Go to Happy Hour and Buy Alcohol" night — earlier in the evening, we had gone to Esca over happy hour to get ourselves one fancy-shmancy grown-up cocktail each. I'm not sure what it says about us that we subsequently proceeded to watch a kid's movie while mildly adulterating our ice cream, other than the fact that we're awesome.)
So all of that had chewed up a fair amount of September, but that didn't seem like enough, ducklings — not by a long shot. And if there's one thing you can say about Sasha the Super Sleuth, it's that she never rests until she discovers the truth.
(I think. Look, I'm not very familiar with Sasha the Super Sleuth, either; I can't be expected to know her habits!)
And then, looking around at the mess of my room (that's a lie, I totally cleaned my room on Friday when it was rainy and I was procrastinating on work, and now it is all freshly-vacuumed and practically sparkles), at the piles of books and the internet history saying I had apparently watched several hours straight of Dragnet this weekend, I realized:
Apparently I'm writing a thesis or something? I guess that takes up a lot of time. GO FIGURE.
(I mean, and I have a tumblr, but I'm used to the way that the internet sucks up my free time.)
And so the mystery of the missing month has been resolved — not necessarily to my satisfaction (SERIOUSLY. NOT READY FOR OCTOBER), but it's finished nonetheless. Unlike my thesis. Joooooy.
Perhaps next entry I'll tell you all about my thesis, ducklings; until then, I must bid you adieu and get back to work. Theses allegedly require effort, after all.
But first, an adorable picture of fluffy bunnies in mugs. Because if you've gotten to the end of this post, you deserve it.
[Original tags on this post: academia is whackademia,adorable things because I am boring,cute fluffy things, I am late because I am a bad person, I am now legally a grown-up! can you tell?, LOOK I DID THINGS]
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