God forbid you tell a chap something

Done with the first two weeks of intensives and two very long and quite hard finals. And there's a long weekend ahead. And there is thunder in the air. And perhaps some rain. Perfect evening to cuddle on the couch with some candlelight and a home-cooked meal and a board game and a movie on the tele and some wine. The only problem is that I don't know any non-CroMagnon men who would be nice to cuddle with.

I would venture to say that if your near and dear ones can't give you some constructive feedback and if you constantly find yourself being miffed at them then then you need to get yo 'tude and go find yourself some other near and dear ones. You know the kind. Those ones that don't give a shit about you. I guarantee that they will ALWAYS be pleasant to you. I highly recommend them. They're the perfect bonk partners too. They will never want you to stay to cuddle or make you breakfast or make you smile.

I, meanwhile, will find some other way to spend my lovely rainy sunny movie-filled casual sandals walking around town swimming weekend with people who don't yell at me in public and could be bothered to change their clothes and take a shower and shave once a while. And not just for other random women but for me. You know. Me. The one that puts up with your sensitive ass. And no, that's not too much to ask.

Tell me something

Why is it that stupid HVAC engineers put sensors OUTSIDE the building but not inside? I mean, shouldn't the temperature inside depend on what temperature it is already?! So the warmer the day is outside, the colder it is inside. Which means that it doesn't matter if we go below zero, this inverse proportional relationship holds true regardless of the icicles forming on the edge of my nose. This is how they build the buildings at BU.

I'm in intensives. It's boring. I shall blog later.

I have no time to blog. Don't judge me.

I actually have my two hours of social drinking scheduled into my calendar. This is sad.

You know wot I want to do?

I want to go to Bhutan. And Sikkim. Don't you? We should go. Comment in if you want to and maybe after I'm done with this MBA bizznizz we'll plan a trip. I was thinking South American at first but you know, Bhutan might be a good idea. And Sikkim. And Bruneii. Wot do you think?

Me Mum's sick :(

And she's in the hospital and they say she might have TB and I don't know wot to do.

:(

Down to 190 emails

I think I'll take a nap.

The Smithsonian store

I don't know if you're been to the Smithsonian store in a while but it is full of ugly pointless things. Which are ridiculously overpriced. Who buys this stuff? No really. Who in their right mind would pay $315 for a dragonfly lamp with illumniated base?!

Would you like a chocolate hand bag?

Well who wouldn't? That's wots on Phantom Gourmet on the tele right now. Why is that daytime television is so boring?

So like finals are done with. They were relatively painless. The grades, I fear, will probably not be so kind. But such is life.

Now the Phantom Gourmet is showing how to make chocolate peanut butter banana sammiches with deep fried pickles and buttermilk. Apparently this is wot Elvis used to like. No wonder the aliens kidnapped him. He belongs with them.

I'm back in my pajammies now. Sitting in bed. Blogging. Watching tele. Chatting with Em who is in Seattle. I shall now read the 289 emails in my inbox.

Overheard at the watercooler

"Nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette"
-- Tex Williams

Got finals dahlings. Pray for my scholarship-retaining ass.