Ok, so what about Muggs? Are they okay? Are they not okay? This is how I choose to spend my time during finals week - debating the potentially unfortunate possibility of a dude wearing those furry boots around with, God forbid, his pant legs tucked into the tops of them. Hmm, an interesting sight, no? I have not yet had the pleasure of witnessing such a fascinating situation, however I look forward to the day it happens.
So it's 8:30 on Saturday morning and I am sitting at work - not studying, as I should be. Being a senior and all, and working at College Library, I have spent a lot of time in the CMC working on the Macs up there - as I myself do not [yet] have a Mac of my own. In the past 2 years, I have noticed a man. He is an interesting man - older than your typical college student - and Native American. He has files. Loads and loads of files, in manila folders. I am not sure what sort of student he is - law, medical, English? He is an attractive man, short, with dark skin and very very long straight black hair. He wears wire-framed rounded rectangular glasses and he always wears jeans and Nikes. Anyway, he is always in that damn computer lab! There is a Mac I like to sit at, kind of on its own little table, slightly removed from the rest of the computers. He always sits at the one next to it. We know each other, but we don't
know each other. Anyway, I just saw the man. He walked into the library right past my desk carrying his manila folders full of who knows what, and up to the CMC he went, to set the folders down, and I bet I know exactly where he put them. Then he came back downstairs without his coat and went back outside. Probably next door to the Union to get some coffee or something.
Well this past week was basically hell for me. From Sunday night to Thursday morning, I got 15 total hours of sleep. I love finals. And by finals, I don't mean exams, because I only have one of those and it's not until Tuesday. I mean papers. Projects. French papers.... French research papers.... Ahhhhhhhh!!!! I knew it was going to be tough, but I didn't know it would make me want to stab myself in the eyes.... Ten pages of French research. Wow.
The pop guys are here. They have loads and loads of pop and juice and lemonade on little carts that they are going to put in the vending machines in the Open Book Cafe. Good to know the machines will be full later when I need some Mountain Dew.
So all I have left to do before I go back to beloved D-town is as follows: Write a 4-6 page French paper analyzing the idea of indentity in "Lettres d'Une Peruvienne" for French 321, Write five 2-4 page esaays answering the questions posed on my J646 take-home final, answer the five questions on my yoga take-home final, and study for my French 347 exam. I am totally done with J335 (sad!) and Golf I. I am planning on taking Golf II over the summer :)
Speaking of golf, for anyone who reads this stupid thing and didn't hear the news: I am officially an Editorial Intern at Wisconsin Golfer Magazine. Woo hoo! Gotta love those internships. I mentioned the brother in my cover letter, and I think Rick Pledl, my new boss, loved it. He also likes that I can make Web sites. Yay.
I think this is officially the longest I've ever written in here, so I am going to stop myself while I still can. I'm sure I'll get distracted again tomorrow and feel the need to write about something equally as ridiculous as the CMC manila folders man.
