Short-lived Freedom
Midterms are over and I'm able to emerge from hibernation and reenter society in the limited fashion that I am accustomed to. I celebrated my last exam on friday with a trip to Numbers. Good times were had by all.
Today I went to the museum of fine art with my mom and my brother and saw an exhibition ondogs in art. Altogether it was a lovely weekend. I think that I feel mentally healed enough to return to classes on Monday.
I'm listening to the new Killer's album "Sam's Town" at the moment and it is everything that I'd hoped it would be and more.
I'm adding an extension onto this blog because I've witnessed an unusual phenomenon downstairs. My neighbor has been receiving the Wall Street Journal for the past week, and they have been slowly accumulating on her front porch.
Normally I wouldn't be so surprised because many people (including myself for a brief period over the summer when I foolishly believed that I was capable of reading the paper everyday) get suckered into buying a subscription to a paper and then come to regret it later. I find this situation odd for two reasons: what college student in their 20's actually has a subscription to the Wall Street Journal? Even if she is a business major, she can't possibly have the money to be investing to such a degree that she needs to keep up with her stock portfolio in a newspaper. Secondly if it were I that had opened a subscription to the Wall Street Journal I would at least take the time to pick it up off my porch and drop it in a pile inside the door. Then at least my neighbors wouldn't be scratching their heads thinking "Who the hell opens a subscription to the WSJ and then just leaves them to gather in a wet, dirty pile on their front porch?"
I can think of a couple of scenarios that would explain this puzzle besides the obvious one of my neighbor being a dumbass. Perhaps it's all a cruel joke played by an ex-boyfriend or practical joking friend who thought that it would be amusing to send a subscription of an incredibly boring periodical. Or perhaps my neighbor is dead in her apartment and soon the fumes of her decaying body will begin to waft upwards into my apartment. Only time will tell.
Today I went to the museum of fine art with my mom and my brother and saw an exhibition on
I'm listening to the new Killer's album "Sam's Town" at the moment and it is everything that I'd hoped it would be and more.
I'm adding an extension onto this blog because I've witnessed an unusual phenomenon downstairs. My neighbor has been receiving the Wall Street Journal for the past week, and they have been slowly accumulating on her front porch.
Normally I wouldn't be so surprised because many people (including myself for a brief period over the summer when I foolishly believed that I was capable of reading the paper everyday) get suckered into buying a subscription to a paper and then come to regret it later. I find this situation odd for two reasons: what college student in their 20's actually has a subscription to the Wall Street Journal? Even if she is a business major, she can't possibly have the money to be investing to such a degree that she needs to keep up with her stock portfolio in a newspaper. Secondly if it were I that had opened a subscription to the Wall Street Journal I would at least take the time to pick it up off my porch and drop it in a pile inside the door. Then at least my neighbors wouldn't be scratching their heads thinking "Who the hell opens a subscription to the WSJ and then just leaves them to gather in a wet, dirty pile on their front porch?"
I can think of a couple of scenarios that would explain this puzzle besides the obvious one of my neighbor being a dumbass. Perhaps it's all a cruel joke played by an ex-boyfriend or practical joking friend who thought that it would be amusing to send a subscription of an incredibly boring periodical. Or perhaps my neighbor is dead in her apartment and soon the fumes of her decaying body will begin to waft upwards into my apartment. Only time will tell.
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