Wasted Tuesdays

Sorry guys, there was no alcohol contributing to the wastedness of this Tuesday...but I gotta say, this blog is GREAT at coming between me and my reading obligations. I was just sitting here, at my desk, thinking about why media fragmentation is boring...when I thought, "MY GOD! I haven't updated my blog since I wrote about how horrible March is."
Now, let me tell you something very important: April is way worse--way way way worse. Here's why: The end is near. You are in the middle of the last week of classes, but this brings you no joy whatsoever. Why? Because once the classes are over you have to study. Really study! Personally, I have 3000 lines of Old English to memorize in translation by the 23rd. What the hell is that?? WHAT?? To make matters worse, that snow you wanted to cry over in March melted, then came back, then melted again. (Did you catch the run-on?) You don't have any tears left to cry over bad weather. Life's just that awful. Not making these things into a list is stressing me out.

What does all this mean? It means that you have no real choice besides to keep going. No choices is definitely worse than too many--regardless of what I may have told you before. (Can I tell you why the grammar in that sentence is awkward but oh so correct?? PLEASE??) So, bring me some rum and we'll have daiquiri Tuesday next week starting before noon--PoliSci is over at 10:30, and it takes about an hour to get all the ingredients working together at maximum capacity.

Other than wasted Tuesdays (literal and figurative), life strategies for dealing with April have not been fully developed at this time. But you know what goo would say: Everything's wrooooooooong...but it's alright.