I wish I could say I found it on my own . . . But you know who you are. And thank you; it's flipping hilarious!
http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/
http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/
Well. That took a fricking long time! I can only unpublish 25 entries at a time and I had, sigh, 2,862 entries. This, I suppose, is the 2,863rd entry. And you know what? I give really good blog title! I mean, seriously, most of those 2,862 entries had really cool titles. (So cool that I was almost tempted to actually read them.) It may or may not be pivotal that I can't think of a title for this entry. And yeah, I was all sad and angry as I unpub'ed thousands of entries. Sad, angry, and really thirsty, actually. And part of me wants to be all mad and ridiculous, wants to rant at who I think it is on my site meter going through my archives, possibly hacking into my other also-now-closed password-protected alternative blog site. I want to be all prolific with the fuck-yous. I want to make grim references to my infamous mental list. (Yes. That list.) And I want to be all, Eh. Who cares? Get me in trouble with my sub jobs? Or my university? Or the town I live in or something? Okay. Have at it. I guess I must care to some extent (as evidenced by the fact that I unpub'ed everything), but, idk, I don't think I care a whole lot. Whatever.
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So. I need to grade the essay portion of my students' midterm exam today and tomorrow. And this next week (Spring Break) I need to get a good start on my Ecofeminism research paper. Start and finish the PowerPoint presentation assignment, too. And there's a project for Pedagogies, a group effort, and I need to, sigh, contact my group, do something about it. Or something.
I seem to have lost my enthusiasm for grad school. It's been dismally brought home to me that it's just undergrad with better jargon. The bar is still so very, very low, and I'm trying to figure out if this is due to my major, or to Texas, or if this is just "normal." So far, Google searches consisting of "women's studies major bad?" and "texas college students dumb?" haven't yielded any productive results.
Argh--it's depressing me. Depressing me a lot. And I guess I should reiterate, because although I've said it in blog a zillion times, those zillion times are now all unpub'ed, that I'm not all that smart. Just a few nudges above average. And if my academic stuff is excelling, particularly in a contrastive way (that's my discreet way of wording the issue), there's a problem. A big depressing problem. And the thing I have to figure out here (besides, you know, "women's studies major bad?" and "texas college students dumb?"), is if I should just focus on getting the degree. Focus on that and try to keep an open mind, keep an open mind and hope that I'll be proven wrong about my department of major. Because it's not like the professors within the department seem, you know, to be people likely to come up on my before-mentioned Google search. To the contrary, actually. Not, well, not that I know more than one or two . . . But still. So okay. Okay, okay, okay. I need to stop thinking about it. It's just, well, it's just pretty damn disappointing But oh well. Oh well. Okay.
Whatever.
And now I guess I better go. I think I'll grade essays first; I feel a big lack of creativity and inspiration at the moment.
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So. I need to grade the essay portion of my students' midterm exam today and tomorrow. And this next week (Spring Break) I need to get a good start on my Ecofeminism research paper. Start and finish the PowerPoint presentation assignment, too. And there's a project for Pedagogies, a group effort, and I need to, sigh, contact my group, do something about it. Or something.
I seem to have lost my enthusiasm for grad school. It's been dismally brought home to me that it's just undergrad with better jargon. The bar is still so very, very low, and I'm trying to figure out if this is due to my major, or to Texas, or if this is just "normal." So far, Google searches consisting of "women's studies major bad?" and "texas college students dumb?" haven't yielded any productive results.
Argh--it's depressing me. Depressing me a lot. And I guess I should reiterate, because although I've said it in blog a zillion times, those zillion times are now all unpub'ed, that I'm not all that smart. Just a few nudges above average. And if my academic stuff is excelling, particularly in a contrastive way (that's my discreet way of wording the issue), there's a problem. A big depressing problem. And the thing I have to figure out here (besides, you know, "women's studies major bad?" and "texas college students dumb?"), is if I should just focus on getting the degree. Focus on that and try to keep an open mind, keep an open mind and hope that I'll be proven wrong about my department of major. Because it's not like the professors within the department seem, you know, to be people likely to come up on my before-mentioned Google search. To the contrary, actually. Not, well, not that I know more than one or two . . . But still. So okay. Okay, okay, okay. I need to stop thinking about it. It's just, well, it's just pretty damn disappointing But oh well. Oh well. Okay.
Whatever.
And now I guess I better go. I think I'll grade essays first; I feel a big lack of creativity and inspiration at the moment.
I think I'm closing down here. I don't like what I'm seeing on the site meter. It's hard to post here when I'm thinking there's some sort of risk. And sure I'm mad about it, but at this point what can I do? Hang on; I'm going to close the archives.
