Day Sixty-eight: So screwed...
Dec. 4th, 2004 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzWhat screws over an English major on the eve of a major paper's due date?
1. No textbook. It seems that it is indeed possible to lose three pounds and five inches of literary criticism, and it seems that the one time you need to borrow the textbook from the roommate who always borrows textbooks from you her copy of said book has gone missing. Frelled, anyone at all?
2. No stickies with which to mark up textbook. This can be rectified by dueling with your roommate, giggling like a psychopath and then finding the stickies on your packet of poison snacks (although dehydrating said snacks seems to alleviate some of the toxicity).
3. No concentration skills. Staying up till four AM hyped up on caffeine, growing more and more enraged at the noisy gits mucking about at all hours and then listening to Eddie Izzard for an hour does not contribute to one's study of feminism, Laura Mulvey, the Male Gaze and the Miracle Life of Edgar Mint.
4. No sanity. Always necessary to write a lucid paper.
I AM SCREWED.
Who the hell steals a Norton Anthology of Literary Criticism? And I was planning on keeping that textbook.
Okay, the stickies are in a small packet and so they're easy to lose. But when a roommate asks about the conditions under which you would kill her it can derail your search.
And then being alternately gutted and annoyed about cradle-robbing. We were talking about it earlier. Panda - or was it Aya? - said that the general rule for dating was half one's own age plus seven was the minimum age of one's potential significant other. So I worked it out and said, "So I can date a guy who's sixteen?" (Math: 18 / 2 = 9 + 7 = 16...sorry about not getting the operator right and whatnot). And then Panda said, "No, a guy who is twenty can date a girl who is seventeen." Which was a patriarchal espousement of dating practices - guys can date (and ogle) younger girls but girls can do no such thing with younger guys. Of course, there is that age-to-maturity ratio thing for girls to deal with when it comes to guys. As I said, Yutaro and I discussed this. Guys your own age - a year either way - tend to be horribly immature. But if they're older they're more immature. But sometimes younger boys are prettier, the same way younger girls are prettier. Panda didn't realize he'd done it...and I will not go on a feminist kick, here, although if you want to hear a dirty espousement of feminists for women who date younger men, ask me about my accountant joke (no, not all accountants are boring).
Can you hear me screaming?
1. No textbook. It seems that it is indeed possible to lose three pounds and five inches of literary criticism, and it seems that the one time you need to borrow the textbook from the roommate who always borrows textbooks from you her copy of said book has gone missing. Frelled, anyone at all?
2. No stickies with which to mark up textbook. This can be rectified by dueling with your roommate, giggling like a psychopath and then finding the stickies on your packet of poison snacks (although dehydrating said snacks seems to alleviate some of the toxicity).
3. No concentration skills. Staying up till four AM hyped up on caffeine, growing more and more enraged at the noisy gits mucking about at all hours and then listening to Eddie Izzard for an hour does not contribute to one's study of feminism, Laura Mulvey, the Male Gaze and the Miracle Life of Edgar Mint.
4. No sanity. Always necessary to write a lucid paper.
I AM SCREWED.
Who the hell steals a Norton Anthology of Literary Criticism? And I was planning on keeping that textbook.
Okay, the stickies are in a small packet and so they're easy to lose. But when a roommate asks about the conditions under which you would kill her it can derail your search.
And then being alternately gutted and annoyed about cradle-robbing. We were talking about it earlier. Panda - or was it Aya? - said that the general rule for dating was half one's own age plus seven was the minimum age of one's potential significant other. So I worked it out and said, "So I can date a guy who's sixteen?" (Math: 18 / 2 = 9 + 7 = 16...sorry about not getting the operator right and whatnot). And then Panda said, "No, a guy who is twenty can date a girl who is seventeen." Which was a patriarchal espousement of dating practices - guys can date (and ogle) younger girls but girls can do no such thing with younger guys. Of course, there is that age-to-maturity ratio thing for girls to deal with when it comes to guys. As I said, Yutaro and I discussed this. Guys your own age - a year either way - tend to be horribly immature. But if they're older they're more immature. But sometimes younger boys are prettier, the same way younger girls are prettier. Panda didn't realize he'd done it...and I will not go on a feminist kick, here, although if you want to hear a dirty espousement of feminists for women who date younger men, ask me about my accountant joke (no, not all accountants are boring).
Can you hear me screaming?
