The New England Society for Tea Fetishism

Wow, it's been a whole week since I blogged. After that all-nighter, all kinds of typing were banished from the land of Sarah. I just had my last honors class. I am now finished with the honors program at hood college. This is what I have learned:
*People who monopolize the discussion never have more than three original things to say, and those things stop being original after the seventh or eighth time they repeat them.
*It is easy to coerce professors into doing what you want if you are part of a "special" group.
*The Honors program holds the best dinners and lunches.
*Throwing a professor's idiosyncrasies back into his face with a carefully thought out presentation is the best revenge.
*The youth of today are either afraid or conditioned not to take a firm stand on seemingly yes or no topics.
*The more intelligent people think you are, the less work you have to do.
*It's a lot more creative to represent your personality through your shoes than from random trinkets you pick up around your room.
*The grass is always greener in the other section. Except for this semester.
*Coerced volunteer work is not rewarding.
*Some people don't realize that the poor live in filth with bugs and rats not because they are filthy, but because they are poor.
*The language requirement can tear down the best laid plans of mice and men. And roommates.
*I am a spoiled and thankless Westerner who should praise the lord with every breath that I don't sleep in a hovel with poisonous centipedes and bathe in an open sewer every morning. Oh, and life is always hard and no matter how good things are in the moment, life still ultimately sucks. (this information brought to you by City of Joy)
*Abra's father is a genius.
*Sing it with me, Amy Mas--"It's all about perception."

Ta-da. time for bed.

6am. The sun is rising and I'm just beginning my conclusion.
re: two posts ago----no, really, if you see me, tell me I have to get a haircut at 3:30. And remind me to bring money.

wooohoooo!!! 5am baby. Everybody in the pool!!

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It is approximately 3:20am. I am nine pages into my ten page honors paper, and I still haven't gotten to a conclusion. I'm hoping that it will turn up soon. I actually had more than nine pages, but I went back and cut a lot of stuff so it won't seem like all that I'm doing is plot summary, because all I'm doing is plot summary. But I do have a pre-fab conclusion in my head which goes something like, These authors do not use time travel as a cause for dystopia. They use it to show what could happen in the future if we keep to the path that we're traveling, or to show what could have happened if an event in our past turned out slightly different. They also like to portray the government as immoral and evil. (Just for Kirsten--"Evil, evil, impolite and evil!") Something like that. We'll see where it goes. Oy, the caffeine high is definitely gone. Somebody remind me that I have a hair cut at 3:30 today. Let's see if I can sleepwalk across 7th street.

Once again, peeper for pepper is still giggle-worthy

Weirdness, re: timewarps
The Daylight Savings TImewarp was discussed a few posts ago, wherein I left my brain and Annie left her pants (?) in the Cretaceous Period. What I should have said was Mesozoic Era, because I'm a lot more fond of the word Era than Period. Anyway, lets do the timewarp again. There is nothing more disorienting than waking up and realizing that it isn't at all the time you thought it was. I set my alarm for 10 am but forgot to turn the damn thing on and ended up rolling over to find that it was 12:07. My inner palm pilot went over my to-do list for the day and I went into freak-out mode, throwing on clothes and running over to brunch by 12:15 so I could eat and be out of there by 1, spend two hours in the gym, go back to the dorm, shower, and go to work at 4. I went to bed at 1 last night and pretty much slept straight through to noon, except for when I got up around 8 because nature was calling (and paging, and faxing, and writing, and sending smoke signals ....I thought I was damaged). So, I think I needed the sleep.

Hooray! it worked! Much love to Kids in the Hall fans everywhere.

I keep trying to change my blog description, but it isn't working. I thought that maybe if I posted something it would work.
There are girls that live in the Marx Center who are using the Honors suite as their own private hangout. Poor RaMeicha went in to get some work done in peace and a girl who is not in the Honors program was in there, watching tv and doing whatever else one does in a place in which one does not belong. One of them keeps signing out the key and keeping it for days at a time. So, no more of that. If you're not on the list, you're not getting the key. And if you're in there when I go to do work, I'm calling security.

Amy is gone, and with her my television. Amy will be back on Monday, but the tv will never again see Hood College. And I now know that I am an addict. I've felt a sucking emptiness from the moment I put it in the hallway outside Amy's room. My dresser looks so vacant. This will be a good experience for me. I wonder if I'll spend my non-tv time actually doing work or wandering aimlessly around my room, pretending to pack.

It is my opinion, since I am one and have written one, that every young female writer must write the "battered but brave woman getting in a car and leaving her abusive husband" story. Or, as I found in my previous workshop class, they must write the "I have an eating disorder," and/or the "I have a horrible disease (read: cancer) but bravely will I fight it with the help of my no-nonsense female friend" story. Lifetime Original Moives be damned! I vow never to sink into such a genre again.

Yay, we have money in the TEA account. We already had aroun $350 left in there though. I'll have to track down where that came from. So, at least we're not screwed now.

What is a girl to do when she goes to take a shower, but two people are already showering (in separate stalls) with all the lights off, and she is sans glasses and blind, so she must turn the lights on so that she can see the shower handles, and then some insane person yells, "who turned the lights on?" as if she and her comrade in the other shower own the bathroom and are doing something completely normal?

Being silent sucks, especially when people are humming in the bathroom and you can't tell them to shut the hell up. Not that I would really do that if I could speak, but today the option is completely gone.

Yes, Amy, hooray for wholeness, but this little spring time-warp we fell into last night is making me feel like I left half my brain in the Cretaceous period.

Life has been.....strange, for the past week or so. I don't know what it is, maybe the exercise. It's not like life is suddenly great, or even all that good, but it isn't bad at all. It's clear. I think it's because I have a plan. Even with the financial difficulties grad school is going to make, I know what I'm going to be doing for the next two years. Also, I've accepted all this stuff with my dad and I'm taking a "whatever happens, happens" approach. I feel like a whole person.