I'm afraid of my text book...
Oh helloooo nuggets!
How am I you may ask?
Fine. Hiding from my text book.
You know the usual.
Why am I hiding? It can't hurt me you say?
Uh, it's called a paper cut, so yes it can.
It's also super intimidating.
Don't believe me?
Oh you want to see it?
Yeah that's right I wedged it in between some cushions.
And yeah I DO need that many highlighters.
Ok maybe not, but there are so many big words in there.
Like empirical and Erikson's Identity Development Theory.
THINGS THAT ONLY PEOPLE WITH DISTINGUISHED MUSTACHES READ ABOUT!
And now apparently...me.
I love grad school.
I love the people here, both staffs I work with.
My CSPA cohort.
But classes are so intimidating.
For instance, when everyone was asked to say how they felt about an upcoming project my response was:
"I'm excited. A little sweaty...and a little bit hungry but I'm not sure that's related to anything involving this class."
Yep still charming people one comment at a time.
Boys just line up outside my apartment.
OK SO MAYBE THEY ARE LOCKED OUT OF THEIR ROOMS AND CAN'T FIND THEIR RA SO I'M THEIR ONLY OPTION. BUT THAT IS ERRONEOUS.
I avoided reading so much tonight that I took pictures of my apartment for all of you to see.
Also to provide anyone looking to break into my lair a photo friendly index of what they can steal.
Here is the virtual tour:
the other side of my room...
my fridge...i have more of a kitchen but i also hadn't taken out the trash yet and didn't want ya'll to think i lived like an animal.
i do in fact bathe in lysol.
keeps me germ free.
my living room..repping the best school probably ever.
the chair I am currently sitting in...
the quote board for my RAs to write anything funny or inspiring during staff meetings...
my ac unit...I keep it arctic in here so that when I get back from hiking hills necessary for me to attend class I can sit and not pass out from heat stroke...or an asthma attack.
depends on the day.
& yes that is my tv.
& yes I do need binoculars to watch it.
please trust that I kept my creepy door hanger.
the cookies are delish by the way.
my locator board...stalking made easy.
maybe I did photoshop my face on Waldo's body.
Ok...well. I think that my work here is done.
My book is glaring at me.
If you need me I'll be sounding out words in my living room.
Miss you all!