Mon, Feb. 2nd, 2015

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I'm either too caffeinated for my own good or at the start of sleep deprivation. Either way, this list totally made sense as I was writing it.

I haven't completely tested this hypothesis, but I'm pretty sure the amount of embarrassment one can suffer in front of one's professor goes to infinity. These are the best ways to go about reaching that with minimal straining.

(1). Accidentally attaching smut/porn you'd previously saved on your computer to the e-mail containing your latest assignment. No amount of assurance from your professor can negate the sad truth: they totally opened that one fic you were saving for later. And yes, they will be judging you for as long as you both walk this planet and possibly continuing on into other parts of the Solar System and beyond.

(2). Calling a professor "dude"—in front of an entire auditorium. (To be fair, he did respond, and with utter earnestness. Yes, I've actually done this one.)

(3). Deciding on the spur of the moment to ignore the given essay assignment and to instead write on your own special topic. In detail. With references. When said topic has absolutely nothing to do with the course in question. Bonus points if it turns out to be about something biological, sexual, or just plain embarrassing for everyone involved. Hell, all of the above. (See: Teen Wolf, Stiles Stilinski, male circumcision. Oh, yes.)

(4). "O Captain! My Captain!" Enough said.

(5). Being caught doing the walk of shame by a professor. Bonus points if said professor is also doing the walk of shame at the same time.

...and now I'm wondering whether this will remain my state of mind for the remainder of the semester.

My brain is a strange place.

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Disclaimer: This is not the post I started writing two nights ago and have been edging towards posting. That specific one I have left unfinished and might complete and post at a later time. It's a topic which has been bothering me intensely, but which I'm not sure I can fully and candidly write about just yet. It's very emotional for me and it carries a lot of baggage, though I do want to tackle it to the best of my ability in the next few days. Until then, have some campus life-related trivialities. And books!

Back to your regularly-scheduled programming, though only sort of.

You know what's fun? Writing blog posts trouser-less. At your desk. All proper-like. Again: trouser-less. There was an incident; don't wanna talk about it.

Courses have officially started, though not for yours truly. Tuesdays and Fridays are my sole days of actual course attendance, though otherwise I have readings and papers and presentations and applications to attend to. And a thesis proposal. And begging for references. And crying uncontrollably.

As I was not otherwise engaged today, I endeavoured to do a very simple task: Find. A. Store. Not only did I not find said store, but I managed to either overpay (by stupidly not demanding my change back) for a cookie I ended up dropping in the street (the sad, sad reality of daily life, my friends), or to pay with the wrong currency... somehow. And why do I possess Turkish coins anyway? And why does the one-lira Turkish coin look so much like the two-euro one? Logic?

Do you ever get the feeling the randomness of the universe oftentimes aligns in the exact way to screw you, and only you, over? Then again, paranoia is so unattractive, so ignore this paragraph.

In the end, I managed to spend way too much cash on things I didn't really need, though Oxfam books are never a bad thing. Books are what I live for every single day. Here's a list—in no particular order:

Books = Awesomeness! )

While all of this is kind of random and pointless, I did manage to—completely by chance—explain the gender non-binary to a friend, as well as differing types of sexualities. Said friend also complimented me on my vocal tonality and/or cadence (maybe) in a strange enough way to guarantee my becoming totally confused about whether it was a compliment at all and, if it genuinely was one, then what exact element of my speaking pattern aroused the good will inherent therein. Generally, I just did not get it, but that is hardly surprising.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have readings to do, though I couldn't tell you how anything that I'm currently mentally digesting is supposed to help me out with the graded coursework.


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