I was trying to think up some witty pun involving the name of alterno/emo/pop band Panic! At the Disco, but I'm too tired for that. So you just get Panic! Which is what I'm feeling.
I've been having an email conversation with Mike from Renal Failure for the past couple of days which essentially ended with "Wanting to go out to dinner and having time to go out to dinner are two different things." Word. I am officially tapped out until November. Well, the second week in November. At least.
In addition to work --- which I'm not going to complain about since Mikey Likes It is awesome and doing such a fab job that it's taken a huge load off of my mind --- school is kicking my ass backwards, frontwards, and sideways. This is probably my most difficult semester. I'm having a bitch of a time with Critical Theory, which hates me. The teacher for Critical Theory is so super smart and expects so very much of us and I want to do well and impress her, only, I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ANYMORE. I'm officially stupid, or at least this class makes me feel stupid, since it's all philosophy, and I've never studied philosophy before. I can't wrap my head around it. And also? I sort of hate you, Plato, and I think you were a poor writer and all of your arguments are one-sided. No, I will not cut you some slack considering you lived in ancient times and didn't know any better. And Hegel? Seriously. What the fuck are you talking about? Whatever drugs you were on to conceive this nonsense, I want them, by the truck load please. Nietzsche, I kind of like you. Simply because you were all, "Screw Hegel and Plato!" And HELL TO THE YES, because while I may not exactly agree with you, at least I can sort of understand you and your process.
Related to work, the EC videos needed to be filmed, like, yesterday. And I have zero desire to do it. And I probably won't get around to doing most of them until the third week in October. Which, thank GOD I can rock a deadline like no one's business sometimes. I'm freaking out a bit, but I keep telling myself I can get this done. I need to publicly thank The Redhead and Buzz for not only volunteering to help me and selflessly giving their time and writing crap for me, but more importantly for cracking the whip at me and for helping keep my shit together. I am buying the two of you a giant bottle of wine or something. Thank you.
On a happy note, I am about to go to a Very Fun Place, with a Very Fun Person, and I am really psyched about it. Of course, it's also kind of adding to my stress since it's going to eat up four days I don't have, but whatever. I DON'T CARE. This trip is going to rule and I'm taking my camera and taking over the West Coast, baby. Catch you on the flip side.
I've been having an email conversation with Mike from Renal Failure for the past couple of days which essentially ended with "Wanting to go out to dinner and having time to go out to dinner are two different things." Word. I am officially tapped out until November. Well, the second week in November. At least.
In addition to work --- which I'm not going to complain about since Mikey Likes It is awesome and doing such a fab job that it's taken a huge load off of my mind --- school is kicking my ass backwards, frontwards, and sideways. This is probably my most difficult semester. I'm having a bitch of a time with Critical Theory, which hates me. The teacher for Critical Theory is so super smart and expects so very much of us and I want to do well and impress her, only, I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ANYMORE. I'm officially stupid, or at least this class makes me feel stupid, since it's all philosophy, and I've never studied philosophy before. I can't wrap my head around it. And also? I sort of hate you, Plato, and I think you were a poor writer and all of your arguments are one-sided. No, I will not cut you some slack considering you lived in ancient times and didn't know any better. And Hegel? Seriously. What the fuck are you talking about? Whatever drugs you were on to conceive this nonsense, I want them, by the truck load please. Nietzsche, I kind of like you. Simply because you were all, "Screw Hegel and Plato!" And HELL TO THE YES, because while I may not exactly agree with you, at least I can sort of understand you and your process.
Related to work, the EC videos needed to be filmed, like, yesterday. And I have zero desire to do it. And I probably won't get around to doing most of them until the third week in October. Which, thank GOD I can rock a deadline like no one's business sometimes. I'm freaking out a bit, but I keep telling myself I can get this done. I need to publicly thank The Redhead and Buzz for not only volunteering to help me and selflessly giving their time and writing crap for me, but more importantly for cracking the whip at me and for helping keep my shit together. I am buying the two of you a giant bottle of wine or something. Thank you.
On a happy note, I am about to go to a Very Fun Place, with a Very Fun Person, and I am really psyched about it. Of course, it's also kind of adding to my stress since it's going to eat up four days I don't have, but whatever. I DON'T CARE. This trip is going to rule and I'm taking my camera and taking over the West Coast, baby. Catch you on the flip side.
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Hi, hope you'll have a good trip!
Here's a short book that can help explain critical theory and the philosophical background from which it sprung. It's very accessible, even for those without a philosophical background, and you can read it in a few hours. Also, check out the nominalism and critical theory entries in Wikipedia.
Good luck.
Panic in the disco! Panic in the Taco Bell!
Beaten to the Electric Six punch. Damn.
Don't panic, sweet Katie (Although I can empathize. I have a desk full of papers, a design date today, college applications to get together, and two short stories to write. Oy!). It will all be fine in the end. And then it will be Halloween! Huzzah!
I am SO EXCITED for Halloween!
Good luck, BABY. I believe in you. And I like me some Plato, though he is. . . misguided? Confused? Creative. Nietzsche kicks everyone's ass. Conveniently, the Philadelphia Improv Festival is the second weekend of November. Just sayin.
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