raptors ate my ability to give fucks

Billboards popped up on the side of the highway, advertising another Hollywood remake of Batman.

why can’t i escape batman?

My queue is out, but I’m done with everything, so I’ll come back and start stalking my dash in a slightly more active way perhaps.

Anyway.

Things I will miss about college:

• various people
• (including my bb sophomores—who will mentor them in the ways of our department and listen to their laments now?)
• (and if i say them i have to say my darlng junior who is one of the few to realize i’m actually pretty rude and sardonic and who hopefully won’t run herself ragged keeping the department going for our hapless professors)
• classes with smart people that say interesting things
• researching papers
• using the library to check out a dozen books that I don’t need on subjects I will never need to know
• physically being here

Things I will not miss about college:

• various people
• (including my bb sophomores, because some of them I do like well enough but are like the worst parts of tumblr all rolled up)
• classes that are dull and have people doing things like comparing prostitutes to mistreated animals at pet stores (and the fact that no one else seemed to take issue with this)
• actually writing the papers and turning them in
• basically anything graded, honestly
• the winter weather

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have money to go make and then a picnic with a very dapper friend who decided doing this on the one day it will rain this week was a good way to avoid the last paper she has to finish.

(Also, my dash was slow last night. I am twelve pages back and it’s already early evening posts, I think.)

Do you ever look at your life and think “what the ever loving fuck am I doing?”

As far as bad life decisions and senioritis and the terrible positive feedback loop of enabling that is my relationship with Marybeth goes, this is a new low.

If not for finals, I’m pretty sure my blog would be nothing but jokes about Dick Grayson and rocks, or TPC. Seriously. Nothing but.

… my first worry when accidentally turning off my alarm and sleeping an extra half hour shouldn’t be, “but now I can’t respond to any of the ridiculous amount of liveblogging in my inbox”

What if we took all of the inmates of Arkham and put them in Blackgate and burned the bullshit that is Arkham to the ground? :’)

I miss painting noses.

I like how my finals are all so closely tied together. Weimar/History have either a focus or a large component that deals with women’s sexuality and how expressions of it, whether for pleasure or economic commodification of their bodies, were perceived/represented/punished/etc. History/my Deren paper have threads of how women’s lives are written about/mythologized (and how those women at one time had hands constructing these fabricated lives themselves—yay agency).

Basically I just have very limited interests.

This paper is brought to you by feminist rage, cereal, and reese cups.

*opens 700 page book to random page*

Arledge: While I was an Art professor at the University of Arizona, in Tucson […]

*closes book*

I don’t understand why this always happens.