[Because I'm pretending the post has a title, but it doesn't actually? Like the fable with — oh, whatever.]
So... Spring break is still over. My life is full of tragedy and woe.
I've had a pretty crazy week, though — or maybe it just feels crazy because usually my weeks are pretty slow. Who knows. I'm not built for such a hectic lifestyle.
The deal is that I really, really should have finished my creative writing paper over Spring Break, except then I didn't, so I had to write it all this past week and for some reason it was giving me a huge amount of trouble, and then I had other homework and then suddenly there were all these things that I needed to do and all these places that I was trying to be and —
...Basically, when I say I'm not built for a hectic lifestyle, I mean I'm not built for a lifestyle where I have due dates.
[Under the cut: My crazy week, another edition of My Life: Badly Drawn in Photoshop, and some photos of adorable animals. All the good stuff, basically.]
Showing posts with label stuff I have done. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff I have done. Show all posts
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Welcome to the Jungle [2012/02/19]
...The jungle of learning, that is.
Uh. I actually have no idea where that came from. Ignore me. Although it does beg the question: should I start titling my post with song titles from now on? Hmm. Something to consider.
Anyway, before I really delve into my recap, I should probably take the time to mention what was probably the most exciting part of my week: inspired by this tutorial, I painted my nails to look like tuxedoes. Yes, I now have fingernails that are so freaking stylish, they look as if they wandered right off the pages of GQ magazine.
...Actually, they look like they were still slightly malleable when I went to sleep and so now they have a few wrinkles in them, but whatever, that's only noticeable if you're really looking closely.
[Under the cut: Photos of the aforementioned nail art, the recap of my week, pictures of food, my Awesome Tower of Recycling and Procrastination, and a brief digression on the matter of going to the grocery store.]
Uh. I actually have no idea where that came from. Ignore me. Although it does beg the question: should I start titling my post with song titles from now on? Hmm. Something to consider.
Anyway, before I really delve into my recap, I should probably take the time to mention what was probably the most exciting part of my week: inspired by this tutorial, I painted my nails to look like tuxedoes. Yes, I now have fingernails that are so freaking stylish, they look as if they wandered right off the pages of GQ magazine.
...Actually, they look like they were still slightly malleable when I went to sleep and so now they have a few wrinkles in them, but whatever, that's only noticeable if you're really looking closely.
[Under the cut: Photos of the aforementioned nail art, the recap of my week, pictures of food, my Awesome Tower of Recycling and Procrastination, and a brief digression on the matter of going to the grocery store.]
The Title of this Post is: "The Title of this Post is." [2012/02/12]
You know, it's astounding to me how many of my fellow bloggers also lived/live on Clark 4, aka C4 (everything's more fun with explosive nicknames), aka Writing Hall. (Aka, the only freshman hall on campus where it would not be at all odd to see a group of people clustered around someone's door, writing anagrams on the whiteboard. Yes, that actually happened, and it was awesome. Or rather, I should say, "Io saw me sweat." Or better yet, "A Sam is wet. Woe.")
So take note, prospective students and upcoming freshpeople! Live on Writing Hall; you could become an admissions blogger!
Okay, enough of that. We all know you guys are here to read about my fabulously exciting week. Well, unless you're not. I don't like to judge. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons you guys are here reading this. Maybe you like pictures of adorable animals. Maybe you're here for the comics (in which case, sorry, but that's a no go this week — they actually take a surprising amount of time, and I haven't been able to get my butt in gear for that). Maybe you clicked on the wrong link. Maybe you're a prospective student and your parents are forcing you to read this so you can get a better sense of what the Wesleyan College Experience is all about, but you're just skimming this while they're looking over your shoulder and are planning to click out of the browser pretty much the second they walk away. The possibilities are endless!
(Philosophical side note: I spent some time the other week contemplating the state of being of a blog post that isn't being read. After all, its existence can only be confirmed when somebody pulls it up on a web browser and looks at it... so in the time when nobody is looking at it, can it be said to exist at all? Is it sitting in a box being shredded to pieces by Schrodinger's Cat?)
...So, my week!
[Under the cut: THINGS WOT I HAVE DONE THIS WEEK.]
So take note, prospective students and upcoming freshpeople! Live on Writing Hall; you could become an admissions blogger!
Okay, enough of that. We all know you guys are here to read about my fabulously exciting week. Well, unless you're not. I don't like to judge. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons you guys are here reading this. Maybe you like pictures of adorable animals. Maybe you're here for the comics (in which case, sorry, but that's a no go this week — they actually take a surprising amount of time, and I haven't been able to get my butt in gear for that). Maybe you clicked on the wrong link. Maybe you're a prospective student and your parents are forcing you to read this so you can get a better sense of what the Wesleyan College Experience is all about, but you're just skimming this while they're looking over your shoulder and are planning to click out of the browser pretty much the second they walk away. The possibilities are endless!
(Philosophical side note: I spent some time the other week contemplating the state of being of a blog post that isn't being read. After all, its existence can only be confirmed when somebody pulls it up on a web browser and looks at it... so in the time when nobody is looking at it, can it be said to exist at all? Is it sitting in a box being shredded to pieces by Schrodinger's Cat?)
...So, my week!
[Under the cut: THINGS WOT I HAVE DONE THIS WEEK.]
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Welcome Back, and Happy Apocalypse-year! [2012/01/29]
Hello, lovelies! Ahhh, my first post of the year; something about it seems so pure, so refreshing. It's like the blog version of new-fallen snow, and as I look at the blank document in front of me it's like I'm staring out into a glistening white field of possibility, beauty, and new beginnings...
...which will inevitably be ruined by the dirty footprints of my nonsensical ramblings. So it goes.
I did mean to write a few mid-Break posts, but I inevitably got distracted and started doing something else, which doesn't say much about my work ethic but is probably fairly expressive of how my Winter Break went overall. Which isn't a bad thing, of course; I had a great time hanging out with my family, and I got to do all the appropriate "Sasha's Winter Break" things: cook/bake, eat delicious food, visit relatives, sink into the couch, watch tv, maybe see people other than my family?, read, go on the internet, watch more tv, freak out about the future. I'd say it all worked out pretty much as usual.
[Under the cut: the inevitable food photos and tv-viewing recaps, and maybe even a little about this year's classes, if you're lucky. Or unlucky. Or neither one nor the other.]
...which will inevitably be ruined by the dirty footprints of my nonsensical ramblings. So it goes.
I did mean to write a few mid-Break posts, but I inevitably got distracted and started doing something else, which doesn't say much about my work ethic but is probably fairly expressive of how my Winter Break went overall. Which isn't a bad thing, of course; I had a great time hanging out with my family, and I got to do all the appropriate "Sasha's Winter Break" things: cook/bake, eat delicious food, visit relatives, sink into the couch, watch tv, maybe see people other than my family?, read, go on the internet, watch more tv, freak out about the future. I'd say it all worked out pretty much as usual.
[Under the cut: the inevitable food photos and tv-viewing recaps, and maybe even a little about this year's classes, if you're lucky. Or unlucky. Or neither one nor the other.]
Sometimes I'm not actually sure what happens between my brain and the keyboard. [2011/11/19]
Hello, my lovelies! (Look at me, being on time this week and everything.) We're only a few days away from Thanksgiving break, which means we're only a few days from my forthcoming opportunity to spend 8+ hours in the test run of Wesleyan's DC-Philly shuttle. I'm looking forward to going home, though, so I can't complain — although I really do need to clean my room before I leave. Blargh.
In other news, all the students on campus received this email earlier in the week:
Which doesn't apply to me — not only would it be cruel to keep a pet cooped up in my messy little apartment, I also don't have the time or energy required to take care of anything other than my buckets of homework — but means that this has apparently been enough of a problem that they had to send out an email about it.
Which means that there are puppies and kittens on campus. There may even be puppies and kittens in my building. Or maybe, you know, gerbils or something.
[Under the cut: Small fluffy animals; a last summary of pre-reg; and your one and only chance to get a glimpse into the writing that's been occupying all of my time this week!]
In other news, all the students on campus received this email earlier in the week:
Which doesn't apply to me — not only would it be cruel to keep a pet cooped up in my messy little apartment, I also don't have the time or energy required to take care of anything other than my buckets of homework — but means that this has apparently been enough of a problem that they had to send out an email about it.
Which means that there are puppies and kittens on campus. There may even be puppies and kittens in my building. Or maybe, you know, gerbils or something.
[Under the cut: Small fluffy animals; a last summary of pre-reg; and your one and only chance to get a glimpse into the writing that's been occupying all of my time this week!]
Friday, January 17, 2014
My Summer, In Photoshop [2011/08/29]
And so, my fellow Wes-oriented denizens of the internet, another summer draws tragically to a close. It seems like only yesterday that I was putting all my things into storage, and in less than a week I’ll be taking them all out again, lugging the boxes up six floors, and trying to figure out where to put everything in order to achieve the best feng shui.
I love Wesleyan, and I know that once I’m back at school I’ll be as happy as a clam in a wildlife refuge, but for the moment I’m feeling about as happy as a clam soon to be served in a white wine sauce. I love vacation; I love being home, spending time with my family, and having glorious amounts of free time in which I can occupy myself as I wish, with no threat of homework on the horizon. As a part-time hermit and a reasonably lazy human being, I find that suits me very well.
But I will spare you, and myself, the melancholy! I plan to spend the drive up to Connecticut in a haze of self-pity and frustration at the inevitable traffic, and then I will once again surrender myself to the joys of Wes.
However, I figure I should cap off my summer blog posts with a recap of the stuff I did over the past three months — and to make it a little more interesting for you, darling reader, I’m going to be taking a (metaphorical) page out of the (metaphorical) book of Allie Brosh, the brilliant and talented creator of http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/. Go. Read her blog — just read mine first, because after you read her blog you’re going to be too busy laughing hysterically and rereading every single entry to come back and look at my far more modest offering.
I love Wesleyan, and I know that once I’m back at school I’ll be as happy as a clam in a wildlife refuge, but for the moment I’m feeling about as happy as a clam soon to be served in a white wine sauce. I love vacation; I love being home, spending time with my family, and having glorious amounts of free time in which I can occupy myself as I wish, with no threat of homework on the horizon. As a part-time hermit and a reasonably lazy human being, I find that suits me very well.
But I will spare you, and myself, the melancholy! I plan to spend the drive up to Connecticut in a haze of self-pity and frustration at the inevitable traffic, and then I will once again surrender myself to the joys of Wes.
However, I figure I should cap off my summer blog posts with a recap of the stuff I did over the past three months — and to make it a little more interesting for you, darling reader, I’m going to be taking a (metaphorical) page out of the (metaphorical) book of Allie Brosh, the brilliant and talented creator of http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/. Go. Read her blog — just read mine first, because after you read her blog you’re going to be too busy laughing hysterically and rereading every single entry to come back and look at my far more modest offering.
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