highrise living for a joke like me

THET112 exam: last Wednesday; short answer and essay (with outline); 45 minutes

CLAS170 exam: yesterday; slide identification, multiple choice, matching, short answer, and essay; 35 minutes

ANTH240 exam: today; true/false, multiple choice, and fill in the blank; 15 minutes

Oh, IB, you took my fast test-taking skills and made them ridiculous. Good job.

Might have tendinitis in left wrist. Drugged up on Advil, still in pain. Shoot me now.

slash_100, prompt 091: Epiphany (32/100)
big damn table

picfor1000, this image

“Golf?” Daniel asked again, incredulous. “You could do anything for as long as you want without having to worry about consequences, and you play golf?”

(Ab esse ad posse | Prompt 091: Epiphany | G | 1000 words)

Feedback is better than chocolate.

A/N: title translates to “from being to knowing” (Latin); spoilers for 4.03, 4.05, and 4.06

So, on my way to the incon to get chocolate, Nair, Ramen, and other such essentials, I passed this field that had been turned into mud by the recent snow melt. Three girls were playing football in said field, wearing tank tops, jeans, and a thick layer of mud. As you can imagine, more than one guy stopped short to watch them.

Any idea what dropped male IQ points would be worth? And should I vendor them or put them up on auction?

And then when I got to the incon (the north campus inconvenience store), I looked around for 15 minutes, unable to find Nair or Advil. They've got two dozen kinds of condoms, but no Advil? Shit.

(It turns out that Advil is a controlled substance, so you have to buy it in little, overpriced bottles at the counter, but still. And no Nair to be seen, so CVS on Friday.)

Ah, college, how you amuse me.

This is also a GIP; I finally got around to putting up a bunch of college-centric icons. Woot woot.