blah blah blah school blah blah tests blah

One of the annoying things about sleeping in class is that it makes up for my not sleeping enough the previous night.

No, really, this makes sense.

I've been striving for straight a's, but since my chances of that are about to be flushed down the toilet soon, it would make sense that I should attempt to, well, stay awake in class.

Alas, that is so difficult! Today in the 40 year old virgin's class, I passed out. Whenever I woke up (every 10 or so minutes), I wrote down whatever had just come out of his mouth at that moment. So naturally, when class is over, I'm already well rested. No rest for the refreshed!

Oh well, that class is worthless anyway. I spent a grand total of about 20 minutes studying for the exam and ended up pulling a B+ on the first test. Oh I'm a badass, hells yeah. Other classes are somewhat good: A perfect score on my UN & International Orgs midterm, a B+ on the first Logic test, but my Public Policy was a 41/50, which means without extra credit, that class is an A- at best. In short, FUCK.

And don't get me started on the Mideast politics midterm...

...monday morning
marcos: So, this essay test, well, how long do you want our answers to be?
dr. tezcur: Well, a paragraph for the short answer and I guess...3 for the long essay?

Simple enough, right? Of course, this means I barely fill half the blue book with all the crazy overachievers are writing on the fucking BACK COVER of the goddamn thing. Granted, I write small and I've always been pretty concise...but still, that shit freaks me out. Damn nerds makin' me look bad.

ANYWAY, I am so lazy. I've been out of class since 1115 and I have yet to start studying for the Contemporary Political Thought midterm and my second Logic test tomorrow. No worries. As long as I get to the library...soon...I should be good.

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In non-academic related news, I've been reading The Satanic Verses and kind of realize why Rushdie had a fatwa issued on his head. I kind of get the subtle heresy in it all, and I suppose if someone wrote a Catholic type version of this book, I might be pissed off too. It's a bit like Pynchon's writing, but not as obtuse and lacking (I think?) many of Pynchon's crazy references.

Also, I think that this might be fun, in a "I think I am losing my mind to endurance sports" kind of way.

Weekend seems to be filled with college democrats stuff and a blackhawks game, and hopefully may involve a bottle of tequila, but hey, whatever comes up, comes up.

And if no blackhawks game, well, then Kate, expect a call and a spur of the moment Idea!