|A toast to the juxtaposition of social life and academia:
||[Jan. 1st, 2009|03:00 am]
Here's to twenty-page papers.
Let's give some thanks for the baristas who craft the fine caffeinated beverages that kept me up for three days straight. I'd like to show some appreciation for the thesaurus I used in order to convince myself I could craft a descriptive, but not overly verbose, paper; it's too bad the book couldn't persuade my professor.
Here's to my drowning GPA.
I'm glad that I don't have feeling in my leg. Here's to nerve compression. Here's to the three-point it got me. I'd like to applaud every woman who shaves her legs whether they have feeling or not. It's an uncomfortable, awkward feeling, and I now have a deep respect for women who keep going, despite the strange tingly feeling, and the fear of cutting oneself. It's been a month now, with my numb leg. I've gotten over the fear.
Here's to the breakup.
This is a tribute to sitting on my ass, writing a paper for nineteen consecutive hours because my ex-boyfriend didn't care enough to do what he said he would.
Here's to doing what you say you will.
Here's to my ass, my honors college membership, your stale kisses, and my smooth legs.