so don’t ask me to reset the pw. posterity, yanno?

-elissa

That professor I totally love? The one who wouldn't stop giving me Bs? I wrote several good papers for him and rewrote my first (which had a B+ but the rewrite got me an A) and in the end got an A in the class. YAAAAAAAY. I am really curious about the grades I received in my other classes. Here's hoping they'll be posted soon :)

It's C for Cookie. Broadcast by Youtube.

Why did I get a cranberry bagel with honey butter instead of myusual cinnamon raisin with hb? THE RAISINS MAKE ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

• Hitler Rap. By a group of comedians named "the whitest kids"… I don't think they're actually neo-Nazis. But it doesn't matter because this rap is really smart. Wait for the "westside!" finger sign at the end followed by Adolf saying, "West BERlin!"
• The Easter Bunny Hates You. What does the Bunny do the other 364 days of the year?
• Old, but hilarious: the Nutrigrain commercial with "BABIES EVERYWHERE"!!!

Gail Sheehy, "Predictable Crises of Adulthood."

The Trying Twenties confront us with the question of how to take hold in the adult world. Our focus shifts from the interior turrmoils of late adolescence - "Who am I?" "What is truth?" - and we become almost totally preoccupied with working out the externals. "How do I put my aspirations into effect?" "What is the best way to start?" "Where do I go?" "Who can help me?" "How did you do it?"

In this period, which is longer and more stable compared with the passage that leads to it, the tasks are as enormous as they are exhilarating: To shape a Dream, that vision of ourselves which will generate energy, aliveness, and hope. To prepare for a lifework. To find a mentor if possible. And to form the capacity for intimacy, without losing in the process whatever consistency of self we have thus far mustered. The first test structure must be erected around the life we choose to try.

I have to resign myself to a B in this guy's class. I can't do it. I can't figure out what he wants. I can't write what he wants to read. I don't "get it." This is really irritating me.

I really miss pleasure reading. I've started a wishlist of books I'd like to read once the semester is over. Among them include:

• The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer (apprently the best WWII book of all time)
•  V for Vendetta by Alan Moore (the graphic novel… Evey is supposedly a prostitute in the beginning and I loved League of Extraordinary Gentlemen… isn't that also Moore?)
• Ordinary Germans in Extraordinary Times: Nazi Revolution in Hildesheim (so I can talk to my awesome Hitler professor about it)
• The restored version of Sylvia Plath's Ariel

Ah, summer. Come soon.

In the next 4 weeks, I will have to write a total of 28-33 pages of essays. Ack! Ack!

Why are pop rocks so damn delicious?