who's better than you? short list.

how many meta-themed posts can I create in a row? let's see.
meta weekend:
meta-satire musical (zanna don't!)
meta party (v.s. - though I don't remember it. does that count?)
meta moments contemplating how one would dress as varsity show to a varsity show themed party where you are supposed to dress as something else entirely with the initals v.s. - the initials of the varsity show.

this was a pointless post. and that was my intention. back to reading a book with john travolta on the cover. that's right. it's my lab science requirement.


spring is here here here. blessed baby jesus.

I'm Meta for Midterms

There is something about writing midterms papers that is so profoundly paradoxical that my brain almost implodes when I try and wrap my mind around it. On the one hand, my ability to write a good (meh) five-page paper in less than two hours will never cease to amaze me. It's like type-a, type-a, type-a (if you just got that Simpson's reference, I love you), and all of a sudden, I have three-and-a-half pages on visionary imagination in "I Wandered lonely as a cloud." However, I also want to jump out of one of the teeny-tiny Barnard library windows as I complete my concluding paragraph on the transcendent power of poetry and the "inward eye." Who am I? Who the fuck AM I?

Self-deprecation. Such is the life of an English major. As I sit. Drinking my tea. With a copy of "Washington Square."

...DAMMIT.

Time, Why Do You Punish Me?

(I hope the fact that I just quoted Hootie and the Blowfish is an understated indication that I may or may not be delusional and/or insane.

But, it's fine. It's fine.)

The two weeks before Spring Break are always awful. You think, "Holey Moley! (obscure V113 reference)" and "Gee whiz! Soon I'll be sipping pina coladas and getting caught in the rain on some island off the coast of utopia."

But wait!

PAPERS
MIDTERMS
BARTENDING EXAMS
SPONTANEOUS FAINTING SPELLS
RANDOM HOSPITALIZATIONS
SUMMER INTERNSHIP APPLICATIONS
TURKEY DAY

So while you're dreaming of that tan that will last for a mere two or three days once you return to the desolate, fickle, cock-tease weather of NYC, you forget that you have 300 pages of reading due for a 10 person class you have tomorrow, or that you have to write a book. On amoebas. Are you even a science major? You're a theater major? I didn't even know I was ENROLLED in this class. Fortunately, the universe has been super kind to me this semester, and I only have one midterm (Cake. French cake.) a final draft of a paper, and another 4-5 page paper due at the end of the week.

And praise to the Heavenly Lord of Hosts that I HAVE TWO FULL WEEKS WITHOUT A GLIMMER OF REHEARSAL. Here's to Varsity-Show-Free thoughts. (Pffft, as if that will ever happen.) In the words of Mark Junek, I get to "be a real life person."

Here's to living for the weekend. Goodbye, February 26-March 4. You have made me a better, more sleep-deprived person.