on midterms, life, and being a mental patient.

There's just something about finishing an exam that makes life feel so good.

What is it about exam time that just propels me to bad food, too much coffee and not enough sleep? And when I say bad food, I mean a block of cheese with microwaved pita bread. Yes. Gross. And by too much coffee, I mean two full cups of Second Cup coffee within a 4 hour period. There is an insane amount of potent caffeine in Second Cup coffee. And finally, by not enough sleep I mean going to bed at 2 am and waking up with a start at 7:50 am with the thought: "American foreign policy midterm."

Also, I had an incredibly strange dream/recollection last night in my exhausted, post-caffeinated sleep cycle where my sister and I (at around 6 or 7 years old) fought over a floating bath toy doll that we fondly named "Lifeguard" (which exists in real life). Then my mom came in and gave us each a "Lifeguard." I don't know why, but in the dream I was observing all this from the outside and finding it incredibly funny, and giggling hysterically. I will never know for sure, but I had the feeling the morning after that I was actually laughing. Anyways, the point is that exams induce me to act like a mental hospital patient. I can't imagine what my roommate must have thought if she were awake to hear my crazy sleep-giggling. Hah.

As for the midterm itself, I knew all my material, but it was a classic case of not having enough time to write out everything I wanted to. Oh well, I got the bonus question half right. It was a picture of a prominent American Secretary of State Dean Acheson, whose name I identified correctly but incorrectly identified as Defense Secretary. Not that it matters so much, I was writing it way past the point where I should have put down my pen, and sitting in the very front row means that the professor can definitely call you out on that.

Anyways, that's all over as of yesterday. I will only have to go through this again in two weeks, when I have two blockbuster exams. And when I say blockbuster, I mean exams that I will not study for last minute (again!) like the one I just had. Just watch, I'm going to go to a cafe right after my meeting today and study so hard my ass just might fall off.

Best of luck to everyone on their midterms, or love, or life. Or love life. In my case, it's midterms = my life = no love. For anybody.

"nobody knows i'm a lesbian"

Seriously one of the best t-shirts I've seen a guy wear in a long, long time.

Went shopping at Kensington Market for some groceries this evening, after a frantic scrubbing and cleaning session of our entire apartment, because I had a horde of potential subletters lined up to view it.

To elaborate, I am a stupid dumbass and signed a lease that goes until the end of August, even though clearly I am leaving at the end of July. I am such a tactless dimwit sometimes. Anyways, Neil was getting ready for his hot date with the new man in his life, so I am left sitting here by myself, drinking cranberry juice and updating my oft-neglected blog.

Well, I guess it could always be worse. I could be watching Schindler's List by myself like that fateful Monday night two weeks ago when I...sigh. Okay, this is way too depressing. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts!

Oh, here's a happy thought: my mommy wants to give me money to go to the United States of America. Specifically Harvard Law school. Yes, this woman is on a mission to make me her unfulfilled dream. All I can say is, travel is travel. I am going to start planning my trip like....right now.