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Because I now realize that I've posted like a kajillion times tonight, I'm consolidating all my ramblings from tonight into this post. Thank you, that will be all.
Wah. Starting on papers now. Must finish by tomorrow morning. *whines*
Today, I packed some. I hate having to pack for a 6-week break. hardest ever. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to need during the next 6 months. Why are these people crazy? Why do I pay crazy people to handle my education? What a stupid thing to say to me.
In other news, I've consumed more than my fair share of coffee/caffiene/sugar/chocolate today. Someone should slap me. Cause, I'm bouncing and stuff. But it's fun right?
And also, there's about a 60% chance that Speedy, my car, will not be returning from this holiday. Blessed be! My mother is looking to buy a new car for herself and also a car for my deargodsoontobe16everyonerun sister. So, she's getting rid of her car, Ernie, which is a 2000. She wants to give me Ernie, give my sister Speedy, and buy a brand new car for herself, and turn in her Explorer and get an Expidition (and oddly...she hates Hummers. hmph.). So we're talking 4 car swaps, possibly five because my sister is throwing a tantrum because she doesn't want speedy - she wants a 93 Cavalier (*rolls eyes*). Whatever. No clue when this is gonna happen though. I'm gonna try and push them into doing it over break so I can say Auvoir Speedy and Hola Ernie! *bounces* That means I'll have a car that's only 5 years old, as opposed to my 20 year old piece o'rust.
And now...to watch The Grinch! And to write papers *cries* And to study *cringe* And to sleep. At some point. Maybe.
I'm such a dolt. I've done nothing all day, and now it's almost 11:00 two days before this paper and my forensics final is due. Ugh! Can I just say that right now, I don't *care* what the five pillars of Islam are? And also, I frankly don't give a damn how the eight stages of the pilgramage coincide with the stages of the Nashville Lunch Counter sit-ins. I'm telling you, this man is nuts. Bon-y-fied.
Paper Hell, that is. If anyone needs me, I'll be roasting here in hell. In Final Paper hell. Yup, that's right...hell.
Ah hell, time to get back to work.
hell!
Alright, so the questions I've chose to anser are comparing Martin Luther King's six principles of nonviolence to the five dimensions of Islam that are the basis of Muslim nonviolence, as argued by Chaiwat Satha-Anand in "The Nonviolent Crescent", *and* explaining the Five Pillars of Islam and relating them to our coursework and lectures and other texts.
Each question - two pages long, each one 10pts available. Oh, but it's doublespaces and 1" margins, as well as page numbers. Pssh. *rolls eyes*
hell!
I have a fat lip. Or more accuratly, I have broken out and now have a pimple the size of cleavland *just* under the skin *directly* below my lower lip. And. It hurts! Gah! Finals, how I hate thee! I can't even hold my cigarette between my lips, and drool is not a good thing.
Wow, when did I become *that* guy?
hell!
Going to bed now...can't keep eyes open. Will finish tomorrow. Will finish this paper (hell! ), study for my forensics final for Monday, and at least *start* my philosophy paper. And pack. And clean. Oh lord.
hell!
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Wah. Starting on papers now. Must finish by tomorrow morning. *whines*
Today, I packed some. I hate having to pack for a 6-week break. hardest ever. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to need during the next 6 months. Why are these people crazy? Why do I pay crazy people to handle my education? What a stupid thing to say to me.
In other news, I've consumed more than my fair share of coffee/caffiene/sugar/chocolate today. Someone should slap me. Cause, I'm bouncing and stuff. But it's fun right?
And also, there's about a 60% chance that Speedy, my car, will not be returning from this holiday. Blessed be! My mother is looking to buy a new car for herself and also a car for my deargodsoontobe16everyonerun sister. So, she's getting rid of her car, Ernie, which is a 2000. She wants to give me Ernie, give my sister Speedy, and buy a brand new car for herself, and turn in her Explorer and get an Expidition (and oddly...she hates Hummers. hmph.). So we're talking 4 car swaps, possibly five because my sister is throwing a tantrum because she doesn't want speedy - she wants a 93 Cavalier (*rolls eyes*). Whatever. No clue when this is gonna happen though. I'm gonna try and push them into doing it over break so I can say Auvoir Speedy and Hola Ernie! *bounces* That means I'll have a car that's only 5 years old, as opposed to my 20 year old piece o'rust.
And now...to watch The Grinch! And to write papers *cries* And to study *cringe* And to sleep. At some point. Maybe.
____________________________
I'm such a dolt. I've done nothing all day, and now it's almost 11:00 two days before this paper and my forensics final is due. Ugh! Can I just say that right now, I don't *care* what the five pillars of Islam are? And also, I frankly don't give a damn how the eight stages of the pilgramage coincide with the stages of the Nashville Lunch Counter sit-ins. I'm telling you, this man is nuts. Bon-y-fied.
____________________________
Paper Hell, that is. If anyone needs me, I'll be roasting here in hell. In Final Paper hell. Yup, that's right...hell.
Ah hell, time to get back to work.
hell!
____________________________
Alright, so the questions I've chose to anser are comparing Martin Luther King's six principles of nonviolence to the five dimensions of Islam that are the basis of Muslim nonviolence, as argued by Chaiwat Satha-Anand in "The Nonviolent Crescent", *and* explaining the Five Pillars of Islam and relating them to our coursework and lectures and other texts.
Each question - two pages long, each one 10pts available. Oh, but it's doublespaces and 1" margins, as well as page numbers. Pssh. *rolls eyes*
hell!
____________________________
I have a fat lip. Or more accuratly, I have broken out and now have a pimple the size of cleavland *just* under the skin *directly* below my lower lip. And. It hurts! Gah! Finals, how I hate thee! I can't even hold my cigarette between my lips, and drool is not a good thing.
Wow, when did I become *that* guy?
hell!
____________________________
Going to bed now...can't keep eyes open. Will finish tomorrow. Will finish this paper (hell! ), study for my forensics final for Monday, and at least *start* my philosophy paper. And pack. And clean. Oh lord.
hell!
