Fool’s Errand
I went on one today - wandering north and south in my cut up and blistered, flip-flopped feet. I never did find the place I was meant to be going. We’ll just leave it at that.
[By the way, "flip-flopped" should be pronounced "floppid" when you read it in your head (or out loud to others!)]
Wonkette is reliably keeping my spirits up by keeping me in the loop. I find jokes about Joe Biden funnier than before, and this sentence made me chuckle out loud:
Because they were senators, Kennedy’s interlocutors quickly lost hold of the subject and started rambling about their own pet peeves.
Nothing like feeling “in” on jokes you’re thousands of miles away from to ease your flagging will to live. Just kidding about the will to live - though I would pay someone for a cold compress for my feet right now. Poor feet - they don’t know what the hell’s going on. It was all cold and with the snow boots, and now they’re being asked to walk miles and miles in pesky sandals they don’t have the calluses for yet.
I digress.
I went today to register for classes and found that there’s really only one other international student in my program, which is odd because Sam said it was comprised mostly of international students last year. Anyway, so all the international postgrads are milling about in this room, waiting to register, when somehow the Media and Communications kids get swept up by this eager prof. The five of us are ushered out of the room for some nature of campus tour, which resulted in being brought back to this woman’s office, where she told three other students that they would have to register with her instead of online. This information clearly did not pertain to V and I, and I’m stressing out that I’m going to go back and find my courses all filled. This tragedy did not occur, but it was still a mystifying half an hour, complete with jokes about John Howard, recommendations on Vietnamese noodle bars on campus, and… god know what else. I did find out (later) that I might be able to reduce my course to 1 year or 1.5 years because of my big ass Cuba paper. Who knew that 102 pages and 25,000 words might prove some day useful?
Bit rambly today. There were many hours when I didn’t have water.
Lastly, Democracy Player is helping me out heaps. Where else could I find “To Catch a Predator?” half way around the world?
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