The evilest machination of unenlightened university administration I've had to face is finally over. 3 major exams, deadlines for a 20 page lab report of a semester long project and a 14 page research proposal on chemoautotrophy in deepwater Crenarchaeota all packed in the past 4 days. They probably think everyone uses the crack vending machines in the admin building. Well, it's all now safely vaulted in the crypt of retrospection and all that's left is an essay comparing the human translations of the kshatriya and bushido warrior codes. Maybe I'll find a sub-clause on dealings with illicitly fueled administrators.
Anyway, on to shinier things, vacation approaches and looks to be as hallucinogenic as my life right now. An elaborate weekend of survival packing is in order and...why? why does my roommate listen to so much of Justin Timberlake's attacks on music? ...figuring out how to defy gravity and airport balances.
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