a grand holiday

i will be having but one guinness tonight.
just one. thanks, finals, for keeping my alcoholism in check.
fuck you, finals, for isolating me to this couch for a full twenty hours to write a research paper
that will inevitably suck because i have no idea what i'm doing.

i can't wait for break. exactly 47 hours from now i will be in a car on my way to the bay. hail yes.
but, ahem, back to the work at hand... just had to get the obligatory procrasinatory (is that a word?) blog post out of the way.

happy st. patrick's day, interwebs.

laughing aloud in the reading room

according to my thesaurus widget, 'poop' is an informal synonym for 'information.'
who woulda guessed?

if only i could actually use that in my paper

whooo!

been a while. just had to post this little musing in relation to my recent thoughts on art history:

"...whether one gilds boot heels or carves Madonnas: the shooting goes on, profiteering goes on, hunger goes on, lying goes on; why all that art?" -Grosz

perhaps this is taken out of context, but it is a nice reflection of my love-hate relationship with my chosen area of study