.- quantum uncertainty -.

Paper handed in. I was only about 40 minutes late for my 2h45m class and next up after this short break is a documentary.

Even better, no work to do later tonight, save for my weekly report, which means I get to go level in WoW. :)

Seriously, though, Apple is EVIL and CONNIVING and the more I learn about advertising, the more I hate it. I chose the Get a Mac ad campaign because I genuinely enjoy those commercials, but DAMN, Apple is the devil!

At least we KNOW Microsoft is evil. You just plain have no idea that Mac is just as bad!

... is like pulling teeth.

I'm doing an analysis of three of the Get a Mac Apple campaign ads, specifically Surgery, Security and V Word, and am trying desperately to relate them to semiotics and sign imagery (older man in suit vs. younger hip guy).

GOOD TIMES.

I did things backwards this time around -- went to bed for a few hours around midnight, woke up at 4:30 and have been researching/watching since. Productivity? Me? The world must be ending.

(Also, my choice for the campaign doesn't mean I'm all go Mac now. FYI. I may hate Microsoft and Windows, but I still dislike Macs in general, no matter HOW shiny and pretty they are.)

Okay, first of all, I got my Internet back yesterday, so yay for that.

Secondly, I'm still trying to finish my fear and risk paper, and while I've nibbled away at it for the last couple weeks, I still have lots to do for, you know, tomorrow. Productivity vibes are appreciated!

Third... ( cut for womanly things )

Oh, to be able to snuggle up to someone and drift off to sleep... I swear, nothing in the world has ever sounded as good as that does to me right now.

After spending like, six hours on the first two pages of my 10-page essay (5 questions, 2 pages each), I did the next two pages in an hour.

Woo and also hoo.

On a very related note, I have had a LOT of Coke over the last several hours, and frankly, I'm beginning to scare myself with the bounciness I am exhibiting.

On to the third question!!!!!!

(PS: totally hook me up with the song, please! :D)

... I have a sociological epiphany. And then I love it all over again.

Still working on the paper, got an extension. I wish I'd slept more last night, because I'm still running on empty. :P

Also, do sociological epiphanies have any actual, real purpose in the world or what? I'm getting to the point where I'm worried that I'm going to struggle with texts for the next 50 years and have approximately one epiphany a year and that will be my life. And that makes me want to cry.

Theatre class is done. Remind me never to be on a stage ever again, okay? My hands actually shook.

I have to be at school in 17 hours to hand in the 8-10 page paper I have yet to actually begin. I have slept for 2.5 hours since 11am on Sunday morning. There's math in there, somewhere, I'm sure, that proves I've been up for a long ass time. I don't think I cold actually count that much right now.

I'd like to ask you all why it is I am capable of remembering lines from sitcoms and dramas and sci-fi shows that are 10-25 years old, but I was still unable to remember a full quarter of my lines tonight. Honestly, I was on the phone on my way home from school tonight and said something about my not having a glimmer of independent thought (alas, the TNG reference was wasted on someone who doesn't even know who Gates McFadden is...). How is it I can remember Riker's lines in Beverly's play from a 6th season TNG episode, but I couldn't remember some nonsense about some dude getting transferred to the capital of wherever the hell our play was based? I think I lose geek points and gain RL points for not remembering the name of the ep, though. It's somewhere in my brain, I think, and I do remember hating Riker's hair throughout it and wishing there was more Bev in it. It may bother me, but I am too stubborn to look it up, since I KNOW it's in there SOMEWHERE.

I think I miss TNG. Hm.

Okay. Food, then maybe, maybe a 2-3 hour nap, then working until 2:30pm, then taking a cab to drop off the paper.

I honestly don't know how on earth I'm getting through university, because I feel like I am constantly BSing my way through everything.

And yet, I have a 3.34 GPA and I got accepted into the Honours program.

Is it just me or is academia pure BS and I'm just getting that now?

Discuss. Because I'm going to class in 20 minutes and will be sitting there, bored out of my gourd from 1:15-4pm and could use the distraction.

(On the bright side, the response paper is done.)

Every so often, I get the feeling that I'm somehow faking my way through my theory courses. Why? Because, for instance, Habermas and Foucault are REALLY NOT THAT EASY TO UNDERSTAND and then I question what the hell I'm doing in school, period, nevermind just sociology, if I can't understand which of the two is a modernist (that's Habermas, and it's taken me ages to figure THAT one out) and which is a postmodernist (that would be Foucault).

My head actually aches from this. I'm going to shower before I get back to work.

Also, I have an odd rash on my foot that JB has somehow claimed responsibility for and PF would undoubtedly think is the flesh-eating disease.

stupid philosophers and sociological theory i hate you all i want to study social theory and yes there is a difference and i'm mildly unhappy that i know the difference and i actually care about the difference and oh god am i really going to do stuff like this for another two years?!