I’ve decided that I work too hard. I need to slack off more. I’m trying to relax, but also going through the registrar to pick out classes for the Spring. Because I was supposed to do that two weeks ago.
Also, my blogs are becoming nothing but a laundry list of lackluster highlights. I’m never going to get Internet Famous this way.
- I may have quoted Dr. Seuss in a discussion about Heideggerean philosophy of time. I decided that if I actually go through with this mad plan to get a Ph.D., I’m going to be a Dr. Seuss kind of doctor. I think I’m pretty decent at saying weird shit, so now it’s time I be immortalized because of it.
- Apparently “Please leave me alone, I am very tired and don’t want to listen to you because your opinions do not interest me” is a socially acceptable way of being an asshole and getting a few laughs out of the deal. Social interactions continue to baffle me. Also, no one ever thinks I’m being serious.
- Strangers keep stopping me on the street to ask if they can pet my partially shaved head. I don’t mind the ones that ask as much as the ones that don’t.
- I don’t know if I wrote about it, but a while back, I brought around 100 cans of Red Bull to class. Since then, all of my classmates have been bringing in random snacks and freebies for the rest of us. Last night, one of my classmates baked us some bread and cake. I take full responsibility for turning my class into a dysfunctional family.
- I also may have told the whole class that my favorite holiday is Rebecca Black Friday. Make of this what you will.
