FAIL of the week: Weather, Department Meetings, etc.

This post, like myself, has had no coffee and cannot hold a thought for more than three sentences.

I was supposed to be in a screening for group therapy right now. However, they called me at 8 am to tell me the doctor was not going to be in because she had been on call late last night, and I would have to reschedule for next week. When a mental health specialist is on call late at night, it makes you wonder if someone tried to kill themselves last night. This disturbs me.

What else disturbed me was that I dreamed about Nazis last night. Somehow I was on the run with a woman who I already knew would end up being killed by the Nazis, it was only a matter of time -- I had seen the future or something, I don't know. I knew she was doomed and I was in the exact same place as she was but just by luck I escaped and she didn't...it was a scary dream. It was long too, I just wish I remembered more of the story.

I think the Nazi dream arose from our deparment meeting on Monday. It was one of the most eye-opening and frustrating experiences I've had in a while. All the students brought up points that they had obviously been bringing up every single year, and every single year the profs would "consider a discussion around that subject." In other words, they don't listen to anything we say, even demands for basic needs like graduate level courses (NONE are being offered this semester). One of the professors responded to this request by stating point blank that the undergrads were smarter than we were. This is the same guy who told us that nitrogen becomes carbon by losing neutrons. And he got his B.A. and his Ph.D. here. All of us were so angry after that meeting, and we felt like total tools for coming here instead of the public schools we had all but enrolled in already. It was especially hard for me knowing how much closer I'd be to Jenny if I had chosen UCLA. I beat myself up about it. No good. :(

Fortunately my trio of advisors are some of the nicer and more sensible in the department. My main one met with me yesterday and was very encouraging. She wants to help me find a cool lab project to do. Right now we're thinking about Maya poison bottles. Poison bottles! Sweeeeeeet!!!

I thought I had my classes set: three lecture-section courses (China, South America, and the Origins of Agriculture) plus lab research time. But now my advisor is dead set I get out of the South America lecture course because it's a waste of my time to be in undergrad classes, and I know half the material, so she suggested I take a course in Social Anthro about Japan. Contemporary Japan is like obviously super awesome and I could write a paper about the hybridized past-future culture, or the aesthetics of manga, or why everyone in Tokyo dresses emo. Of course I'll probably get pressured to write about something like fishing. >> I don't want to hurt the feelings of my South America prof, because the class is already tiny and he's another of my advisors, but I'll be taking more classes with him later and I would really like to be in a seminar. I have to decide today and I hate decisions! *pouts*

My default eyeliner is nearly gone. It's only been three months. I am going to have to use my pretty-but-too-smeary one today, while I go out to buy another.

I broke my glasses (kind of) last week. I rebent them into shape but now the lens keeps falling out. I broke one of my favorite headbands, though it was probably asking to break since it was too small for my head to begin with. Note to self: stop shopping at stores for 12-year-olds.

I really want to read Umbrella Academy fanfiction, but I don't think anyone's gone there yet.

I never thought I'd say this, but I''m kind of getting excited about potential President Hillary.

And finally: WHY IS IT 90 DEGREES OUTSIDE? IT'S ALMOST OCTOBER.