A Proposal
I'm thinking now that maybe I should have chosen a major that just required me to memorize formulas and apply them to different situations. Is it possible to actually sprain your mind?
Good thing I figured out how to make a time machine. Now I just have to figure out if I'll go back in the past to get more time to write these papers, or if I'll go back in the past, run into the classroom before I tell my professor my idea for said paper, and hit Other Me on the head before I have an opportunity to overextend myself.
I think it would be pretty awesome to get in a fistfight with myself. Maybe I'll set up a time and sell tickets and let you guys watch, even. Sound good?
Good thing I figured out how to make a time machine. Now I just have to figure out if I'll go back in the past to get more time to write these papers, or if I'll go back in the past, run into the classroom before I tell my professor my idea for said paper, and hit Other Me on the head before I have an opportunity to overextend myself.
I think it would be pretty awesome to get in a fistfight with myself. Maybe I'll set up a time and sell tickets and let you guys watch, even. Sound good?
posted by juxtaposer at 4:39 PM
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And if any of you are inclined to worry about me, don't: I'm going to go drown my sorrows in sweet sweet cashmere. That, or go hunt a mountain lion with Rachael, which are both excellent options and which could both result in my untimely, yet thoroughly pyrotechnically awesome death.
i feel about the same way at the moment. this is the last semester i have 'til i graduate and the uni has decided to give us the most hectic and ardous course possible for my major. save the best for last, eh? we have to write a research/grant proposal for a psychological study that very well could go before the IRB. joy. i've asked numerous profs numerous times if i can take my proposal with me when i go to grad school. there's no way in hell i'm putting forth all this effort if i can't actually run my experiment as my graduate thesis later on down the line. we have not one but TWO classes devoted to this sucker this semester.
i think i'm going to die.
Have you learned nothing from "Back to the Future"? Letting your past self encounter your future self could rupture the space-time continuum destroying everything. But it would be an interesting bout of fisticuffs.
When you take your time machine back, please tell my former self to choose another major. Something that doesn't require complicated formulas and mindless days of memorizing equations that will never make sense.
I'll tell you what I learned from back to the future...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfODSPIYwpQ
On second thought, Jacob, I'm just happy with my chosen path. At least I get to be creative, right?
Alie: Please don't die. I will make you chocolate chip cookies if you promise to stay away from the light. My roommates will probably devour them all before I get a chance to send them, but the thought is there, right?
AHH. I ended both thoughts with "right?"!
I am the worst ever.
mmm, chocolate chip cookies?! and to think that today i decided to go on some sort of diet. i'm a moron, right?
*grin*
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