FINALly!

oy. Turned in my paper this morning and that was that for my work for the semester--63 pages! I can't believe that I've pretty much completed my thesis, except for the conclusion. That's mind boggling. No way I can wrap my head around that. I wonder what it will be like when I actually finish it.

BUT I still have a MOUNTAIN of papers/exams to grade by friday. Too bad all I can think about is all the fun stuff I want to do...

For instance, my movie list: bridget jones, pride and prejudice, love actually, serendipity, sleepless in seattle, you've got mail-- all those ridiculously optimistic movies about love that, for all their untruth and cliche, and my overall coldness, I still adore.

and shopping: Christmas presents, london/paris travel things, birthday presents.

and cooking: rugalach, pies, cookies, things to make in my slow-cooker.

festive things: pie from julian, Christmas card lane, hot chocolate and apple cider, ice skating, and ugly sweaters!

and other things: I've decided to take an art class--finally! I'm gonna try to take ceramics at school, but they have this stupid prereq. and because I like to fight the system, I'm going to ignore/overlook. Because I really don't think that taking "Introduction to Art" is going to make me better with clay. I don't see how taking that class will make my bowls come out prettier, honestly. But if not, I'll take it someplace else, and I have to say I'm super excited about it.

I also signed up to TA again next semester. I think I might hate it, but everyone keeps telling me it gets better after the first semester, and I think I owe it to myself to see if I can improve. Like everything, practice makes perfect haha. I don't think I can get any worse, so with a glass half full perspective, I can only get better!

OH funny story (gosh can this post can any MORE random [please think of Chandler Bing when reading that])-- so in every office there are usually 3 TAs who share 2 desks. It just so happen that this semester I "lucked" out by only having one other office mate, and thus could have a desk all to myself. I found out today that next semester we'd be welcoming a new person into the office (my officemate is also staying on)... and it just so happen to be the ONE person in the whole history program whom I CANNOT STAND! And it would be ME sharing my desk with him. For 16 weeks! Breathing the same air! Co-existing in the same space! Awesome.

Don't get me started on this guy. To be honest, if I expressed all the reasons why I don't like him, you'd call me ridiculous. Even I admit that most of my reasons for disliking said person seem foolish and a tad judgmental, but the guy irks me to no end. In any case, I was talking to the TA coordinator and asked her if she could actually NOT place him in my office, because we don't get along--yes, I made it a mutual thing, which actually may not be far from the truth, but then again, this is me passing judgment so whatever. And the TA coordinator, bless her heart, moved him out of our office, stuck him somewhere else, and now its just my officemate and myself again with our respective space and our own desks. Awesome!

Countdown to Europe: 11 days.