I hope it won't be as busy as I think it will be.

Tomorrow is going to be a looooong day. Granted most of it is my own doing but hey, I will be going nonstop pretty much until the wee hours of the morning.

I start class at 8. For whatever insane reason I have decided to get up at 6:15 (or try to) to get some yoga in before the day really starts, and to have time to eat breakfast. (Side note: I love breakfast. It is my favorite meal/time of the day, and recently I have only been able to eat a real breakfast, meaning not a Special K bar, on MWF because I don't have to be at school until 11. I get up early, do about 45 mins of yoga, and then take the time to eat a bowl of cereal or oatmeal with berries or almonds, and make a cuppa tea. It's fantastic.)

So I'm in class until 10:40, after which I have a 2.5 hour break during which I will probably finish up hw that I am inevitably not doing right now. It's either that or proofing pages for Year in Review, a yearbook-like publication The Ithacan puts out each year that is basically a collection of stories and reviews and profiles from the year. I was an idiot and said I would be the proofreader (I better get paid goddamit). Then I have class from 1:10 until 3:30. I have a half hour before working online for an hour, then fifteen minutes to get to a lecture I want to go to on Shakespearean comedy (yes I know I am a loser, leave me alone).

After this lecture (which I have no idea how long will last), I am going to see Amy Goodman and some other dude who is a blogger accept the Izzy Award (not too sure on what exactly that is but I don't really care). I am looking forward to this because she is supposed to be a really good speaker, she is on NPR for those of you who haven't heard of her. And she just published a new book.

After this event (note: I have no idea how long this one will last either), I will be going straight back to the Ithacan office to proof until the cows come home. I really hope the cows are nearby and not in Fiji or something, escaping this cruel turn in the weather. (There were snow flurries today! SNOW FLURRIES! What happened to the sun and warmth? What the hell I just brought home my winter jacket and all I have is a leather one! Curse you Jack Frost, I hate you. I hope you melt.)

I should be studying.

So as most of you know I have an intense case of senioritis. Right now I should be studying for my environmental bio test that is in an hour and a half--I have to do it now because I decided not to last night (though I did study for like an hour and a half, but I think I fell asleep at some point during that time). So yeah. Should be doing more productive things. But I had to tell someone about this one dude who looks like he might be a librarian or something.

He has THE worst hair I've EVER seen in my life. Apparently he's not self-conscious about his giant bald spot on the back of his head, because he's grown hair that is far too long all around it. Like, his hair is longer than average for a man. Plus it's gray and looks fairly greasy from where I'm sitting. Gross.

Well that's my quick "by the way." I'm sorry I haven't posted recently, I've been busy writing papers that I should have written long ago (before break) but took/asked for extensions for instead. Yes, all three of them. This is something I just realized as I typed it. I'm so bad.

Another new favorite web series.

It's called "Drunk History." Here is the link for the first episode: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6V_DsL1x1uY&feature=channel

It features Michael Cera. Watch it and enjoy it.

I'm sure he didn't mean for it to sound like this.

My brother: "Hitler ruined that mustache. He's a dick. Now no one can wear that mustache again."

Umm, I think there are a few million more reasons he is a dick other than the fact that he ruined a facial-hair look.

Let me get philosophical.

So I've been reading a lot of difficult books in my senior seminar class; about children forced to become soldiers, and little girls forced into prostitution at ages as young as five. It's been rough to read these accounts and then discuss them in class, especially because we're left with this sense of, what's the point of what we're doing? What are we doing that is so damn important, what are our problems compared to theirs? I am so grateful that I was born where I was born, and into a family that loves me. But I still have to deal with my own unhappiness on occasion; it makes me feel stupid for worrying about the things I do and the way I look and act.

I think this class might be my favorite this semester, which is incredible since I didn't even want to take it in the first place. I've seen this pattern in honors courses: The ones I'm really excited for I hate, and the ones I don't want to take are fantastic. The last class for honors that I took and really enjoyed was Biotechnology. Go figure.

I am also really grateful for the group of people that make up our class. We all come from different backgrounds with different experiences, and none of us are afraid to share those. I think we are becoming closer than a normal class would because of this--at least, I feel a kinship to them that I never expected to feel. I think this class is doing me a world of good, even if it's only exposing me to issues I'd never stopped to think about before. Awareness is key; that is one thing we all came to agree on today.

I hope the class will continue to be so great as the second half of the semester goes on. I am kind of looking forward to writing our final (20-page) paper, because it's not research, it's all personal. I like those kinds of essays because it makes me look at myself and who I am, what makes me do the things I do, why I am the way I am. And honestly, I probably won't come to a conclusion. But I'll at least have entertained the notion, and that is certainly something.