I officially finished my paper for HST 524. It is a riveting look at the effect (little to none, in fact the perception of war seems to have had more effect on photography than vice versa) photography had on the perception of war during the American Civil War. It was long and boring to write and I'm glad I'm almost finished with this class. I'm kind of sick of learning about the Civil War.
Now I must go to bed. I'm going to be dead tired tomorrow.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Just so we're clear...
I am sick of the Civil War.
I am tired of writing about the Civil War.
I think Black Friday is ridiculous.
I find something inherently wrong in the idea that we must spend all of our money in order to stay out of the next Great Depression.
I hope to God that my stupid advisor writes my letters of recommendation.
If my advisor does not write my letters, I'm screwed.
I will be poor soon.
I am really freaking out because I am not prepared to be poor soon.
I hate my face.
I am in love with small town functions.
I miss things that I have no business missing.
I don't want things I have as much as I think I should.
I really dislike HDTVs.
I am tired of writing about the Civil War.
I think Black Friday is ridiculous.
I find something inherently wrong in the idea that we must spend all of our money in order to stay out of the next Great Depression.
I hope to God that my stupid advisor writes my letters of recommendation.
If my advisor does not write my letters, I'm screwed.
I will be poor soon.
I am really freaking out because I am not prepared to be poor soon.
I hate my face.
I am in love with small town functions.
I miss things that I have no business missing.
I don't want things I have as much as I think I should.
I really dislike HDTVs.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Super Excited!!!
I GOT GMAIL THEMES!!!! I love google. Google is my favorite thing in the whole world. I'm like a freaking walking advertisement for google.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Good and Bad
I've officially applied to 4 graduate schools. Only 5 more to go!
Due to the economic recession, starting January 1st, I no longer have a job riding horses.
Fuck. What the hell am I going to do? Be super poor, that's what.
Due to the economic recession, starting January 1st, I no longer have a job riding horses.
Fuck. What the hell am I going to do? Be super poor, that's what.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I wrote this a week ago and just found it
This really sucks. I can't seem to sleep anymore when i'm by myself at
night. I can be as tired as can be and yet as soon as I get into bed
I'm wide awake. I hate it. I pretty much just want to be able to sleep
again. I tried just waiting it out the other night but it didn't work
and I ended up lying here awake until who knows when. It makes for a
really shitty day when you haven't slept well the night before, and
I'm already freaking out enough about life in general to have to be
dealing with no sleep. To make it just a little bit worse tonight I
can't get that fucking Turtles song out of my head. You know the one
I'm sure. The fucking catchy one that they always use in commercials.
Just in case you didn't notice the precedeing sentence was merely a
fragment. I worried today that I might have Asperger's Syndrome, so I
had to look up the symptoms online to make sure I didn't. Fortunately,
in my medical opinion, I don't have it; however, I might be a
borderline hypochondriac. That is the least of my worries. Test
tomorrow. I hope one of the questions is about the Emancipation
Proclamation, because I can write a kick ass essay on that topic. I
also hope one of the questions is not about the military actions
between 1861 & 1863 because I avoided that section like the plague. I
pretty much hate military history. What really sucks about history,
however, is that all the scholars I want to work with are either dead
or retired or going to retire before I would graduate. That really
sucks. For a little while today I considered quitting altogether. I
kinda hit a low point for some reason. Probably because it is
stressful as hell writing to people you don't know and pretty much
begging them to like you. Why can't they just like me already? I'm a
nice, bright, intelligent kid. They should just like me already. Too
bad I have the crappiest advisor in the world. I don't even know if
he's going to finish that paleography class with me. He'd better or I
will be fucked but I feel like he's given up on me because apparently
some people in the department are better than me and everyone likes
them more. I hate feeling inadequate and I'm sure they don't think
that but it sure as hell feels that way sometimes. But I guess that's
enough pity party for one night. I should probably try to sleep now,
but I'm sure I'll just end up watching reruns of Without A Trace into
the wee hours. That is pretty much par for the course these days. I
apologize for any spelling errors Astronaut is kind of a bitch to blog
on. I also apologize for any profanities, they like to play when I'm
stressed which happens to be most of the time these days.
night. I can be as tired as can be and yet as soon as I get into bed
I'm wide awake. I hate it. I pretty much just want to be able to sleep
again. I tried just waiting it out the other night but it didn't work
and I ended up lying here awake until who knows when. It makes for a
really shitty day when you haven't slept well the night before, and
I'm already freaking out enough about life in general to have to be
dealing with no sleep. To make it just a little bit worse tonight I
can't get that fucking Turtles song out of my head. You know the one
I'm sure. The fucking catchy one that they always use in commercials.
Just in case you didn't notice the precedeing sentence was merely a
fragment. I worried today that I might have Asperger's Syndrome, so I
had to look up the symptoms online to make sure I didn't. Fortunately,
in my medical opinion, I don't have it; however, I might be a
borderline hypochondriac. That is the least of my worries. Test
tomorrow. I hope one of the questions is about the Emancipation
Proclamation, because I can write a kick ass essay on that topic. I
also hope one of the questions is not about the military actions
between 1861 & 1863 because I avoided that section like the plague. I
pretty much hate military history. What really sucks about history,
however, is that all the scholars I want to work with are either dead
or retired or going to retire before I would graduate. That really
sucks. For a little while today I considered quitting altogether. I
kinda hit a low point for some reason. Probably because it is
stressful as hell writing to people you don't know and pretty much
begging them to like you. Why can't they just like me already? I'm a
nice, bright, intelligent kid. They should just like me already. Too
bad I have the crappiest advisor in the world. I don't even know if
he's going to finish that paleography class with me. He'd better or I
will be fucked but I feel like he's given up on me because apparently
some people in the department are better than me and everyone likes
them more. I hate feeling inadequate and I'm sure they don't think
that but it sure as hell feels that way sometimes. But I guess that's
enough pity party for one night. I should probably try to sleep now,
but I'm sure I'll just end up watching reruns of Without A Trace into
the wee hours. That is pretty much par for the course these days. I
apologize for any spelling errors Astronaut is kind of a bitch to blog
on. I also apologize for any profanities, they like to play when I'm
stressed which happens to be most of the time these days.
Sent from my iPod, Astronaut.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
FYI
Applying to Graduate School is the most frustrating, time-consuming, money eating, stupid thing in the whole world. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
i just realized
next semester, i only technically have to take one class, but to keep my graduate assistantship, i have to have two. crazy.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Grrr....
Astronaut just ate the blog post I wrote. Pissed me off. Well... I
guess technically it wasn't her fault, nor was it mine. It was the
stupid bug in the stupid update I installed today. But either way
it's really annoying and frustrating. I wonder what my wpm typing on
Astronaut is. I would kind of like to know. It seems like it would be
fairly fast. Maybe half what I type on a regular keyboard. Maybe.
Anyway... Must sleep now. Just wanted to complain to someone.
guess technically it wasn't her fault, nor was it mine. It was the
stupid bug in the stupid update I installed today. But either way
it's really annoying and frustrating. I wonder what my wpm typing on
Astronaut is. I would kind of like to know. It seems like it would be
fairly fast. Maybe half what I type on a regular keyboard. Maybe.
Anyway... Must sleep now. Just wanted to complain to someone.
Love.
Sent from my iPod, Astronaut.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
...so happy together...
This really sucks. I can't seem to sleep anymore when i'm by myself at
night. I can be as tired as can be and yet as soon as I get into bed
I'm wide awake. I hate it. I pretty much just want to be able to sleep
again. I tried just waiting it out the other night but it didn't work
and I ended up lying here awake until who knows when. It makes for a
really shitty day when you haven't slept well the night before, and
I'm already freaking out enough about life in general to have to be
dealing with no sleep. To make it just a little bit worse tonight I
can't get that fucking Turtles song out of my head. You know the one
I'm sure. The fucking catchy one that they always use in commercials.
Just in case you didn't notice the precedeing sentence was merely a
fragment. I worried today that I might have Asperger's Syndrome, so I
had to look up the symptoms online to make sure I didn't. Fortunately,
in my medical opinion, I don't have it; however, I might be a
borderline hypochondriac. That is the least of my worries. Test
tomorrow. I hope one of the questions is about the Emancipation
Proclamation, because I can write a kick ass essay on that topic. I
also hope one of the questions is not about the military actions
between 1861 & 1863 because I avoided that section like the plague. I
pretty much hate military history. What really sucks about history,
however, is that all the scholars I want to work with are either dead
or retired or going to retire before I would graduate. That really
sucks. For a little while today I considered quitting altogether. I
kinda hit a low point for some reason. Probably because it is
stressful as hell writing to people you don't know and pretty much
begging them to like you. Why can't they just like me already? I'm a
nice, bright, intelligent kid. They should just like me already. Too
bad I have the crappiest advisor in the world. I don't even know if
he's going to finish that paleography class with me. He'd better or I
will be fucked but I feel like he's given up on me because apparently
some people in the department are better than me and everyone likes
them more. I hate feeling inadequate and I'm sure they don't think
that but it sure as hell feels that way sometimes. But I guess that's
enough pity party for one night. I should probably try to sleep now,
but I'm sure I'll just end up watching reruns of Without A Trace into
the wee hours. That is pretty much par for the course these days. I
apologize for any spelling errors Astronaut is kind of a bitch to blog
on. I also apologize for any profanities, they like to play when I'm
stressed which happens to be most of the time these days.
night. I can be as tired as can be and yet as soon as I get into bed
I'm wide awake. I hate it. I pretty much just want to be able to sleep
again. I tried just waiting it out the other night but it didn't work
and I ended up lying here awake until who knows when. It makes for a
really shitty day when you haven't slept well the night before, and
I'm already freaking out enough about life in general to have to be
dealing with no sleep. To make it just a little bit worse tonight I
can't get that fucking Turtles song out of my head. You know the one
I'm sure. The fucking catchy one that they always use in commercials.
Just in case you didn't notice the precedeing sentence was merely a
fragment. I worried today that I might have Asperger's Syndrome, so I
had to look up the symptoms online to make sure I didn't. Fortunately,
in my medical opinion, I don't have it; however, I might be a
borderline hypochondriac. That is the least of my worries. Test
tomorrow. I hope one of the questions is about the Emancipation
Proclamation, because I can write a kick ass essay on that topic. I
also hope one of the questions is not about the military actions
between 1861 & 1863 because I avoided that section like the plague. I
pretty much hate military history. What really sucks about history,
however, is that all the scholars I want to work with are either dead
or retired or going to retire before I would graduate. That really
sucks. For a little while today I considered quitting altogether. I
kinda hit a low point for some reason. Probably because it is
stressful as hell writing to people you don't know and pretty much
begging them to like you. Why can't they just like me already? I'm a
nice, bright, intelligent kid. They should just like me already. Too
bad I have the crappiest advisor in the world. I don't even know if
he's going to finish that paleography class with me. He'd better or I
will be fucked but I feel like he's given up on me because apparently
some people in the department are better than me and everyone likes
them more. I hate feeling inadequate and I'm sure they don't think
that but it sure as hell feels that way sometimes. But I guess that's
enough pity party for one night. I should probably try to sleep now,
but I'm sure I'll just end up watching reruns of Without A Trace into
the wee hours. That is pretty much par for the course these days. I
apologize for any spelling errors Astronaut is kind of a bitch to blog
on. I also apologize for any profanities, they like to play when I'm
stressed which happens to be most of the time these days.
Sent from my iPod, Astronaut.
Monday, November 3, 2008
HA
The school I very muchly want to go to for my doctorate is ranked number freaking 2 of all history departments. How likely am I to get into it?
OMFreakingG
I'm FREAKING out over here. OMG. All the stupid schools I want to apply to have a fucking application deadline of freaking DECEMBER 1ST. OMG OMG OMG. It's already Freaking NOV 3RD!!!! Holy CRAP... I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this.
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