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1.11.2011
Today, I am something of a normal person. I ate breakfast. I worked out. I took a shower. Usually, I only eat lunch, I (might) work out in the late afternoon, and I take a shower at night.

Granted, this isn't really an accomplishment, considering I've been up since 11pm yesterday. I'm not tired, though, I had a long nap yesterday. And then G woke me up in the middle of it to tell me there was Chinese food and my room was too hot. Like I don't know my room is too hot. Poor ventilation and too many windows or something, I don't know. I swear, my room is like a black hole where air conditioning goes to die. And yet, with Hailey's room, it's always cold. Always. She used to wear sweaters when it was over 100 degrees outside because it was so cold in there.

"I don't know how you live in here," G said to my half-asleep self.

I don't know either. I just do.

ANYWAY . . . if I can get my term paper finished today I'll consider this day to be a day not wasted. Or something. But I'm actually ENJOYING writing this paper. I'm writing about my favorite TV show, Community, and so basically, I get to watch all the TV I want and it's RESEARCH. Okay, so I've seen all the episodes several times each already. But I figure it's a good idea to watch them all again. And there's only a season and a half of half-hour episodes, so it's not like I'm wading through, say, all five seasons of the hour-long Psych. (Although I do love Psych.)

Speaking of the term paper . . . my school sent out a sample one so that we could all see what the proper formatting was supposed to be. And it turned out to be written by this kid I used to go to school with. He graduated like two years ago. But anyway . . . it was his paper, and I got kind of excited about it even though I didn't even like him. His essay was all scholarly and intellectual though, which made me feel kind of stupid for a minute, because here I'm analyzing a goddamn sitcom while he analyzed weapons from a major moment in American history. But then I realized that we got to write about whatever interested us (that's what the instructions said), and I can't help it if I prefer sitcoms to weaponry.

I still feel somewhat stupid, but I'm enjoying myself. EXPONENTIALLY more than I did through the last two dozen essays I've had to write over the last month.



1 Comments:

I'm glad you enjoyed this one. I love Psych too, I wish I could watch it more but my days are so weird I never know when it's on. Unless it's not on right now?

By Blogger L, at 4/09/2011 03:38:00 PM  

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