stress=increasingly more clever away messages

let's see.

we (i) started with a classic: pit of despair (princess bride, obviously)

moving on: balding as a result of excessive stress (maybe a little bit too true)

something cheerful: chopping broccoli (some dana carvey never hurt anyone...other than perhaps "the master of disguise")

and finally: i think it would be impossible for me to turn in a shittier paper, unless the paper was actually smeared in feces. (this is in reference to my music history i paper. hey, she can't give me a page and a half of material and expect me to write two pages of original work.)

my spirit has been slightly bolstered by my good grade on my steven david paper. i tell you, this man is a god. he read all of our papers and typed up a page of comments for everyone in the class in one week. that's like, 300 pages of reading and 25 pages of writing. while he was handing back the papers, he says, "don't feel bad, i'm a hard grader!" but i couldn't tell if he was kidding! nevertheless, i don't think i could have gotten the worst grade in the class. so just as long as i'm smarter than SOMEONE, that will be just fine.

procrastination

check it out!! the infamous steven david went to union! it's like we're neighbors! or the bestest of friends! omg, could i like, talk to him about niskayuna without it seeming like i stalk him?? hmm.

http://64.233.179.104/search?q=cache:KlmlcjJwsXwJ:www.censa.net/advisors.asp+%22steven+david%22+jhu&hl=en&client=firefox-a

"so i just happened to google your name....and uh...nevermind."

update!

so. let's see. after a couple of weeks of not posting, you must be wondering what mel has been thinking! well, i'll tell you. at any given waking moment, mel wants to go back to sleep. it's like mono part II over here.

here' s a brief review of november, and what there is to look forward to in december:

first two-three-ish weeks of november - intense personal shit which leaves me crying or puking in a puddle of my own body fluids (what could be more delicious??!)

third-fourth-ish week of november: worst vacation ever. on a scale of 1 to me finding out that i'm pregnant, i'd put this one at about a 9.5

final week of november-first part of december - all homework all the time, culminating in a 15 page paper and a 10 minute presentation. at this point, i haven't practiced in like, three weeks.

what i have to look forward to: studying for finals. this, right now, is more appealing than the thought of the next FIVE WEEKS i'm going to have to spend at home for xmas-january.

gosh, after that? well, graduation for me, followed by an always exciting summer at home! after that, WHO KNOWS?!?!?