Well, I guess now I have.
Anyway, I would first like to point out that I was featured in my friend's blog, which highlighted our incredibly intellectual conversations. Which we have frequently.
I went to all my classes today without doing anything spectacularly stupid or intelligent. It is not a first, but it sure it a rarity. In journalism research we talked about interviewing techniques. I learned about all the things I'd been doing wrong (and right) and actually discovered that once upon a time, Barbara Walters actually had something intelligent to say. Then, The View happened.
In academic writing we talked about television addiction, because in our study of persuasive writing we read some articles on television addiction. If college has improved my health habits in any way, it's truly that I never watch t.v, save for a little Jon Stewart now and then. A healthy dose, actually. A spoon full of mockery helps the absurdity of reality go down.
Oh, and breaking news: I hate Nathaniel Hawthorne and what's he's doing to my life. I mean really. I think my short story professor just assigns us multiple Hawthorne readings because english professors see the labels of "pretentious" and "dull" as a positive thing. I mean, I love intricate writing as much as the next nerdy Ithaca student, but this is some flowery overkill in a language that Shakespeare would look at, squint, and ask, "What is this crap?"
Today it got all the way up to 41 degrees. People were playing frisbee on the quad and wearing flip flops. Welcome to my alternate reality.
