I needed to see this

it made my crappy day slightly better.
Also it's adorable.





(disclaimer: I stole this from my friend's tumblr and the whole 'reblogging' thing doesn't really carry over to other blogs as far as I can figure out)

I really enjoy watching Mad Men, and damn, they sure do know how to keep me watching. After every episode I’m just left wanting more, feeling just a little unfulfilled.

It’s so good, but I want more. At the end of each episode I just feel like something’s missing. For a moment it makes me wonder if maybe it’s because I’m watching it online. Then I realize that if I watched it when it aired, I’d have to wait an entire week to watch the next amazing-yet-somehow-unfulfilling-episode.

Also, I don’t have HBO at home, so I’d have to watch it online anyway.

I don’t really know where I was going with this. At some point I’ll probably break down and do some analysis/bitching about the individual characters. Right now I’ll just leave you with the fact that seeing Yo/Saf/Bridge in a different context totally messes with me even as I watch more of this.

Also, if you get that reference, I love you just a little bit more.

So I just returned from a Lady Ga-Ga themed party. Loosely themed. I wore a blue skirt and purple tights because that's really as ga-ga as I ge-et, but I was hoping to see some incredibly outrageous outfits. Sadly that wasn't the case. Some people were wearing PJs or sweats. No biggy really, and as a result I didn't end up feeling over/under/wrongly dressed.

Going to this party was nice. I got to have some good quality time with friends who I haven't gotten to have good quality time with, even though I see like half of them on a daily basis in our second home (Carpenter). Tonight's experience has led me to a somewhat contradictory decision.

I think I need to party more. I realize that most college student across the US will probably wake up tomorrow vowing to party less, and others, upon seeing their grades on the paper due next week will make that very same vow, but I think I need to party more.

I spend so much time agonizing over schoolwork. Sometimes I just need to let loose. It's probably good for my health. And so I will try. I make no promises because I am, after all, a creature of habit, but I will do my best.

I think it's important that we remember that school is important, but we're only young 20-somethings once and college is about a lot of things - not just about the degree we get at the end.

And now that I have returned to my hovel in Pem West I will watch an episode or two of Mad Men and eventually go to bed. Hopefully I won't sleep through brunch tomorrow...

Home at last!

And by "home" I mean Carpenter. And by "at last" I mean "again."

I joke about it, but I pretty much do live here. I once considered averaging out time spent in Carpenter vs. time spent in my room, but I decided that would be too depressing. It also wouldn't be an accurate representation since half the time I leave the library it's only because it's closing and I'm forced to. I also don't know how to count time spent sleeping...

In any case, if I'm going to spend an absurd number of waking hours in a library, I guess I'm glad it's this one. I really do love Carpenter -- almost to the point that I can get somewhat over-defensive of it.

I kind of think that Bryn Mawr's beauty almost makes up for some of the utter hell it puts us through.

Almost.

It is a crazily beautiful campus. I keep meaning to bring my camera around with me so I can take pictures of everything in bloom. One day I will and then all the people I know will be subjected to facebook photo album after facebook photo album of "Look how gorgeous my school is!"
And they will be jealous and all will be right with the world.

And now I suppose I should return to doing what one does in a library - find new ways to procrastinate. Or work. Whichever.
At some point I will have a spare moment in which to play around with the magnetic poetry on my fridge and then you will once again be subjected to what can only be described as, well, Magnetic Poetry Gone Awry .

My warning light is on the fritz

Today has been one of those days.

I'm exhausted, as always, but then I added fuel to the fire of doom by not sleeping last night. I screwed up and was late to work, which really wasn't that big of a deal, but kind of horrifying at the time. After that the day pretty much went up, and now I'm back at my second home (Carpenter library), but I'm still feeling off.

Earlier I reached for my phone as if it were the mouse for my computer.
...funny how I'm using a laptop.

I can't pay attention to anything for more than like 10 seconds.

I just had to ask for a semi-extension for a test in a class because I'm so over-scheduled that I can't actually find time to schedule myself to take the test.

Speaking of scheduling, I'm trying to schedule meetings with everyone - deans, advisors, professors, etc. There is so much up in the air right now concerning my schedule for next semester and it makes me anxious. I don't like having this many variables.

And there are presentations, not all of which are in English, and papers, and papers about presentations, and homework sets that are literally weeks late but I still can't finish them because I still don't understand which equation to use. Thank G-d for credit/no credit. Too bad I still have to get a passing grade...

This is ridiculous. I'm giving myself a bedtime tonight and sticking to it.

If anyone has any furry, cuddly animals in the vicinity, please bring them over for a visit. I need cuddle time with someone who won't judge me because I didn't finish that reading and won't have time to until it's time to do the next reading.

I need unconditional fuzzy love. Stuffed animals are just not cutting it at this point. We have passed stuffed animal territory. It is long gone. You can't even see it with binoculars.

I guess I'll go back to all that stuff that's stressing me out now...

(seriously. fuzzy. send it on over.)

As a side note...

I have agreed to work the 8-10 a.m. shift tomorrow morning.

For those of you who don't know, I consistently fail to wake up for my 10 a.m. physics class (which is, sadly, reflected in my complete lack of understanding of all things physics).

So why did I come to the rescue of a coworker in need and agree to take this shift? Because I am a good person, that's why.

Also, I'm broke.

So if you have my number and will be awake around that time, call me tomorrow morning to make sure I'm awake and on my way to the library because I actually have to open it.

Seriously, for once my being on time will actually matter. That is, assuming people are insane and rush to be the first ones into Carpenter at 8 'o clock in the morning, but hey morning people are weird. You never know what they're going to do. Crazy sunrise yoga and early-morning hikes and whatnot. I'll take my mid-afternoon yoga and my late night "trek" to UG for tea.

But I digress.

I will not put my number up here because I'm not actually an idiot, but if you have it and will be awake for who knows what reason, please, for the sake of morning people who want to work at Carpenter, call me.

Winter has fled...

...and it has absconded with any of the work ethic I may have (at one time) had.

Spring has come to Bryn Mawr. And with it come flip flops and sun dresses and lying out on the green. Unfortunately, spring also obliterates my desire to do anything school related.

You see, theoretically this lying out on the green is accompanied by work. It is a brilliant theory, but not one that really works in the real world. When lying out there in the sun it's just too nice out to think about work.

Also, the sun melts brain cells. It's true. There have been studies. Look it up.

And so our brain cell-impaired selves are forced to do nothing but enjoy the lovely springtime weather and read non-academic books. In fact, if we attempt to do something productive, that lovely springtime breeze that feels so nice running through our hair ruffles the pages of whatever we're reading/working on in such an infuriatingly annoying manner that we are forced to relinquish our goals towards productivity.

But what, you may ask, if I go work in the library, guarded from the brain cell-melting sun and gentle breeze?
Well, I shall answer, then you encounter a whole different form of distraction, for in the library you are in a sanctum of work. Everything around you suggests work. And yet you know that just beyond those walls is a glorious day, calling out your name.

The call of that paper due tomorrow is strong, but the call of spring is stronger.

And yet, we Bryn Mawr women somehow manage to do it all - frolic in the sun and finish that paper. How do we do it, you ask? Well, maybe that's just one more Bryn Mawr secret...