Free Will Astrology: Virgo Horoscope for the week of May 5, 2005
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Hmm. Well. My senior presentation went exceedingly well yesterday. After that, I threw together my poster for the academic poster show in a little over two hours, and I was pleasantly surprised at how well it turned out. I think Dr. Mary was as well-- when she saw me turn up to the English office with construction paper in hand two hours before the opening, she almost panicked. But to no end-- all is well with the world, for I have the craft-fu. So. Minus one final and a vocal jury, my college work is finished. No more papers. No more forgetting to hand in homework. I'm done.
The English department senior dinner was fun, and, to my surprise the alcohol promised was not in fact box wine. They had a few nice wines, but I think the biggest shock of the evening is that Chava drinks beer. Voluntarily. It was really amusing and odd to see that. Mark annoyed Heather and me by basically ignoring us the entire time and not even making eye contact. At this point, I'm beyond wondering if he's did it on purpose because sometimes he can just be a meanspirited ass, or if he did it because he's just that oblivious. Either way, it hurt some feelings and I'm tired of wondering "did I do something?" when it's plain that I didn't, and so I officially don't care anymore. [I would say "we," but I'm wary of speaking for others.]
Dr. Mary, bless her heart, made a spelling mistake on the senior T-shirt. There are also missing commas and a period. Ahhhh, Dr. Mary. Departmental awards were given to the teachers-- awards like:
--"Most likely to pound her fists on the desk while repeatedly yelling, 'No, no, you just don't get it! Men are stupid!!'" (Psyche Williams-Forson)
-- The award for "Walks the fastest (in scale miles)" (Dr. Mary)
--The "First in line at the bar" award (Dr. Kachur, who also won "Most likely to forget important facts about Christina Rosetti because he was 'meditating'")
--"Most likely to declare leather day in class" and "Most likely to declare, 'My vagina is a better feminist than you!'" (Becky Carpenter)
--the "Shakes Hill Hall with her horse-barn walk" award (Dr. Regis)
--the "Thinks he knows everything about everything (but doesn't) award" (Dr. Panek).
--the "Inspires the most interesting margin doodles" award (Dr. Mangan)
--the "Least likely to tell you your work sucks when it does" award (Julia Jasken), coupled with "Most likely to tell you that you and your work suck" award (Dr. Mary).
Ohhhh, I'm going to miss the department. I went home and fell asleep. I slept for ten hours-- I really needed it. I had strange dreams that I went to Saturn 4,000 years in the future because an asteroid was going to eradicate Earth, and I needed technology from our future selves to break it apart. So most of the dream took place on Saturn, which really resembled The Fifth Element's future, and for some odd reason, McDonalds only sold fat-free food and no burgers. (!) There were car chases and derring-do, big things gettin all blowed up. And I kept thinking to myself that Saturn isn't terrestrial, it doesn't have a surface that supports weight, and so why aren't we all sinking until the pressure kills us? Well, I guess we could have been on Titan, one of the moons, which scientists say has an atmosphere that is similar to ours billions of years ago. I just don't recall that part being in my dream. Ahhhh, astronomy class has had such an impact.
Also, Skyler, I think you called me last night. I vaguely remember something of the sort. I hope I was coherent, because I certainly was asleep. Let me know if I said anything funny, like "my mother is a fish," okay?
Allrighty. Work time.