this entry kind of got away from me a bit

[fahye]

In the grand tradition of doing Seriously Fuckall during holidays (something which certain insanely overachieving Californian BFFs of my acquaintance seem to have trouble grasping!) I didn't move from my computer chair today except to fetch slices of prune cake and occasionally make sure that my brother wasn't watching the Bill Bailey Live DVD without me. I have two days left of holidays and then it's back to the academic grind for eighteen weeks, so I'm making the most of my filthy decadence while I can.

What did I accomplish? Well, see also: Seriously Fuckall, though in between bouts of ruthless comma removal I did manage to ascertain that when we move to Chicago and live with the Winchesters, setissma will be the one who cooks things and catches spiders. I am not sure yet what my contribution to this household will be. Maybe it could involve dancing on furniture? (I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THIS. The first thing I will do when I get an apartment of my very own will be to put on some loud music and dance on the kitchen table. Ah, my humble dreams.)

Today's strip at PhD Comics is the best. thing. ever.

Uuum oh yes! Courses for this semester are Perception (third year psych course, going to be AWESOME.), Parasitology (also AWESOME) and Introductory Human Anatomy (which requires me to buy Grey's Anatomy as a text). My dinner table conversation until the end of the year is going to be just charming. And yes, I'm only doing three courses because of that summer project I did a year and a half ago - "So, Fahye!" you say, full of optimistic approval, "Does this mean you might actually have quite a lot of free time and thus will not implode under your own pressure like you did late last semester?"

"Um!" quoth I, looking shifty, "Well, I'm probably going to apply to David Jones for a casual job like the one I had over the summer."

"But Fahye! You vowed that working retail in a department store was a soul-destroying experience to which you would never return!" you say, looking concerned for my mental health.

To which I reply, "ALAS! I AM A MATERIALISTIC WHORE!" before gazing soulfully out from under my emo bang and then disappearing in a cloud of sheepish hyperbole and the vague hope that Claude Nine will blow up the department store anyway.

Comments

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

You live in a GLASS HOUSE!

To answer your question, I think you should get a job, because otherwise you will (wrongly) feel all poor and lazy. But I do not think you should go back to David Jones because that was not a "casual" job, that was a soul-destroying experience to which you vowed never to return.

[thepouncer.livejournal.com]

Doing nothing between semesters was a vital part of my academic achievement plan. After cramming my brain full of new facts and means of analysis, I desperately needed a stretch were I did *nothing* related to school, or the burnout would have been total instead of partial.

It's a good strategy, really.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Er...I am now realising the folly of my own ways? (Shame, shame. I KNOW. I think these three weeks have turned me into a lethargic stress-free blob who cannot condone excess work of any kind.)

That is a fair point. Apparently Borders is hiring and working there would be SO AWESOME but would also mess with my tutoring availability a lot, because they are less flexible.

[setissma.livejournal.com]

You can do laundry, because it is my least favorite task ever.

Or we're making Sam do it. And if he complains about the underwear, well... Dean can shove some on his head.

[ashen_key]

Oh. Oh. If they blew up Woden mall altogether.

I would not be upset. Fuck I hate work. I hate retail. Customers. Bad. You are a FOOL, Frar! Even if I had no chance to say it as we drifted like ships in the night.

Yes.