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effervescible) wrote2005-04-06 04:08 pm
effervescible) wrote2005-04-06 04:08 pm
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This graduation thing is both fun and terrifying. Today, the dial points to fun.
Things accomplished so far this week:
* Purchased three (3) tassels. Two for my two degrees (I EARNED THEM AND I AM GOING TO WEAR THEM BOTH DAMMIT) and the souvenir tassel that comes with the graduation package. The souvenir tassel is much prettier than the brown one (for Bachelors of Fine Arts) and the drab/gold one (for Bachelor of Science in Technology). Drab isn't even a color!
* Purchased one cap, one gown, and the rest of the stuff that comes in the graduation package. Alumni mug, decal, keychain...if I were a more suspicious-minded person, I'd think they're trying to push us into the "proud alumnus" camp in order to get money out of us when we have some. Nah, that can't be it.
* Established that I will in fact be receiving two diplomas, not just one with both degrees listed. This is worth its own bullet point because I don't want to end up with one more pretty frame than I need. Those mothers are expensive.
* Turned in my thesis. Now it's just waiting to be bound. So hey, my first book! Kinda! Because I am teh s ukc with titles and I couldn't think of a better Jesus-thesis pun than "Personal Thesis", which reads more like my lack of imagination than like a reference to Depeche Mode, so I adapted one of Casey's ideas and decided to pun a candy brand instead. So I called it "No Wrong Way to Read a Thesis". That's how you can tell it's great literature.
And just for the hell of it, the most smartass poem in the thing:
Exfoliating
It’s tough to be a zombie.
Reason one: all those flaps of skin
hanging off like streamers at a birthday party
though the colors aren’t as pretty.
Also, everyone walks over your grave.
That’s really fucking rude.
Do I walk into your house
and take a nap on your couch?
I hate lurching around,
playing the scary monster,
making the local kids behave for mommy.
What I really want to do is direct.
Do I look like I consume
the smooth flesh of the living?
It’s not like it even tastes good
without ketchup.
eta that this poem was written for the "animism" assignment. We were supposed to write about (essentially) something that shouldn't be alive but was. Most people wrote in metaphors. I wrote about a zombie. Thus is Jaina.
* Purchased three (3) tassels. Two for my two degrees (I EARNED THEM AND I AM GOING TO WEAR THEM BOTH DAMMIT) and the souvenir tassel that comes with the graduation package. The souvenir tassel is much prettier than the brown one (for Bachelors of Fine Arts) and the drab/gold one (for Bachelor of Science in Technology). Drab isn't even a color!
* Purchased one cap, one gown, and the rest of the stuff that comes in the graduation package. Alumni mug, decal, keychain...if I were a more suspicious-minded person, I'd think they're trying to push us into the "proud alumnus" camp in order to get money out of us when we have some. Nah, that can't be it.
* Established that I will in fact be receiving two diplomas, not just one with both degrees listed. This is worth its own bullet point because I don't want to end up with one more pretty frame than I need. Those mothers are expensive.
* Turned in my thesis. Now it's just waiting to be bound. So hey, my first book! Kinda! Because I am teh s ukc with titles and I couldn't think of a better Jesus-thesis pun than "Personal Thesis", which reads more like my lack of imagination than like a reference to Depeche Mode, so I adapted one of Casey's ideas and decided to pun a candy brand instead. So I called it "No Wrong Way to Read a Thesis". That's how you can tell it's great literature.
And just for the hell of it, the most smartass poem in the thing:
Exfoliating
It’s tough to be a zombie.
Reason one: all those flaps of skin
hanging off like streamers at a birthday party
though the colors aren’t as pretty.
Also, everyone walks over your grave.
That’s really fucking rude.
Do I walk into your house
and take a nap on your couch?
I hate lurching around,
playing the scary monster,
making the local kids behave for mommy.
What I really want to do is direct.
Do I look like I consume
the smooth flesh of the living?
It’s not like it even tastes good
without ketchup.
eta that this poem was written for the "animism" assignment. We were supposed to write about (essentially) something that shouldn't be alive but was. Most people wrote in metaphors. I wrote about a zombie. Thus is Jaina.
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(seriously, congrats! And yes, it's freaking expensive to have stuff framed, but Joann's and Deck the Walls do have 40-50% off specials quite often.)
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And this is why you RULE.
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/tired.
Rock on.
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My soxx0rs have officially been roxx0red.
But "My Own Personal Thesis" would have been the best title EVAR.