freud says what?

today's lyrics

Waits at the window, wearing the face

That she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

Eleanor Rigby (The Beatles)

It would probably be a good idea for me to sit down, in silence, and get caught up on my sociology and literature reading. Considering that I have yet to read Beowulf. Which I would probably actually enjoy reading. I should also, probably, start on that paper for my social science class. Maybe.

Looking for a new job is proving to be extremely stressful. However, I would rather do almost anything else than what I was doing. Snake-wrangler and flight attendant are still two occupations I'm too phobic to perform, however. The fact that my old job is not handling my resignation well is probably not doing me any favors. Blech.

In other news, I successfully changed majors. And by successfully, I mean that I did not spontaneously combust. However, I am going to have to take eight psychology courses next year. In a row. In one year. With organismal biology, calculus, world cultures, and fine arts thrown in. I may, or may not, become a hysterical neurotic.

Fin

snowflakes and sunburns

H. Bowlin - Magnolia Plantation

today's lyrics

All creatures drink joy

At the breasts of nature;

All the good, all the evil

Follow her roses' trail.

Kisses she gave us, and wine,

A friend, proven unto death;

Pleasure to the worm granted,

And the cherubs stand before God.

Symphony no. 9 (Beethoven)

It's only Monday, but this week became a long week at 8:00 am this morning. God bless my psychology professors, because trying to talk to the ten or so students who showed up for class today about course scheduling for the next semester was probably unpleasant. Thankfully, my switch to a psychology major won't cause too many problems. It's actually quite simple. Maybe now my mother will get that panicked look out of her eyes.

Then it was on to my regression analysis class, which I adore. I could do interaction models and ANOVA all day.

However, it was snowing when I walked to the library. Snowing. After spending the past week in Charleston, where I received a sunburn which rendered me unable to walk for a day, I was confused. I was shivering, but my nose was starting to peel and I still had trouble moving my joints enough to climb the stairs.

Then, I had to walk all the way back across campus in my crisis of climate to my social science class. Which I loathe. Wherein I received my five-page, required paper, about my home county in Illinois. How I managed to turn corn, soy, and State Farm into five pages, I haven't a clue. And then discovered that my professor gave me a 65. Because I "didn't" include three interviews. Which I cited in every paragraph in said paper. This was a fun after class discussion, especially since I underlined said passages. Seriously. Professors should be able to read.

In other news, I've decided to start this again. For real this time.

Fin