[	mood	|	chipper	]
[	music	|	Zero 7 - Waiting to Die	]

So I have three-day weekends now and I feel fantastic. That course on mystery cults wound up being horrible and boring. I dreaded going to the class every MWF since I would struggle to stay awake. We had our first paper to turn in on Friday and when I sat down to write the damn thing, I realized that I had learned nothing since the lectures were so drab and I simple ignored the readings. I finally decided to drop it. It was the only class I had on Monday (my schedule is very TTh heavy and my Sanskrit course only meets WF due to a grad student who drives from Syracuse just to take the class) so now I have no class on Monday. I shall now treat all of my Saturdays as off days and read things I want to read, watch things I want to watch, and drink whatever I want to drink and no one can do a damn thing about it.

Contrary to popular belief, every single one of my credits from Beloit transferred to this school since Beloit’s such an academic powerhouse. I came here with more than half of the credits necessary to graduate. The only reason they gave me an extra year (or semester, as I’ve recently learned) is simply because I didn’t have a major + I have to cover Cornell’s 2,346,724 science requirements. I learned this when I went to look at my online credit report. I only need 8 more credits (2 classes) to graduate. Also, it seems I will manage to switch majors to Comparative Literature. This Sanskrit nonsense will count towards half of the courses for that major. I only need 5 other Comp. Lit. courses to cover the major and I’ve already taken 2 of those. Hence, I will only need 3 more classes for that shit next year.

Summary? The hardest part of college is over and done with for me. I’ve put in my time. Now I can take leisure time. Also, I’ll be doing more specialized, individualized, graduate school-level work translation and research projects for the most part. The classes I’ve had that function like that meet only once or twice a week but require tons of outside preparation and work that is actually kind of fun. Funny how education grows more fun as it grows more complex.

It’s daunting to imagine that this should be the second semester of my senior year of college. It’s ridiculous to think of how much I’ve been working and how long I’ve been swamped with classes. This proxy senioritis helps me feel less guilty about my laid back attitude towards things. I have many sophomore and junior friends (mostly majors in the sciences) that flaunt their stress-filled lives and workloads like they are badges of honor. I laugh at them and their Protestant work ethics! Dumbasses.

Though, I don’t intend to spend all of my time sitting around and fapping. I’ve started to read Haruki Murakami’s “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” and I hope to start thumbing through the introductory lectures on psychoanalysis in the near future. I also hope to brush on my Japanese so I can hopefully turn my dreams of JET into a reality.  I’m also taking up some more material hobbies. The two most interesting people I know at this place have recently started hooking up and now the girl comes over to visit this dude a lot. She has agreed to bring some of her clothes over so I can dabble in crossdressing. I’m just kidding. Or am I? (I’ve been dying to cosplay as Anthy Himemiya cause I think it’d be kawaii.) Blame these new passions on moot of 4chan.

And that, as they say, is that. =]