The bathroom lock broke.  They had to call the Emory locksmith.  It's fixed now, but it was an unneccessary hassile.  Trouble loves me.

In other news, a girl from the MMUF program was accepted to go on a Journey of Reconciliation to Costa Rica. She went on the Journey to South Africa last year. So much for Amanda's "You've done a lot and they want to give others the opportunity to blah, blah, blah" theory.  I guess I just have nothing to offer. I wonder if the other boy from MMUF got into the Bosnia trip.  I'm sure he did, he's not me. 

To make things worse, I can'd find the reading that discusses Modularity.  I know it was Fodor, but I seem to have misplaced it.  Dr. Patterson will know I don't have it if all I do is define the term.

Where has all the time gone?

Belligerent ghouls
run Manchester schools
spineless swines
cemented minds
Sir leads the troops
jealous of youth
same old suit since 1962
he does the military two-step
down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
give up education
as a bad mistake
mid-week on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
knees you in the groin
elbow in the face
bruises bigger than dinner plates
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay

Belligerent ghouls
run Manchester schools
spineless bastards all
Sir leads the troops
jealous of youth
same old jokes since 1902
he does the military two-step
down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
give up life
as a bad mistake
please excuse me from the gym
I've got this terrible cold coming on
he grabs and devours
kicks me in the showers
and he grabs and devours
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay

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Replace Manchester schools with Emory and that's how I feel.  Oh Moz, you do know all the right things to say. I wrote up the answers to two of the terms on my Philosophy of Mind final pretty quickly.  Now, if only I knew what that first term meant.  I don't even know where to find it.  Cognitive fluidity, anyone? I know about the Cognitive Unconscious, but that's not on this exam. I really hope I can find the term soon.  This is due Wednesday.

The Smiths are not helping me concentrate.  Is it wrong that I want to dance everytime I hear "This Charming Man"? Damn you Morrissey. I'm weak. It's too late in the semester to give up, especially since a huge portion of my grade depends on these final assignments.  I find it unfair that all my hard work up to now is only worth 30-40% of my final grade.  I picked the wrong time to mess around, but I don't like Emory and I've lost my Will to Power [actually Emory has beat it out of me].

I did not like Oxford my first semester there either, but it was for a completely different reason.  I always loved the courses and the professors, but Emory is so different.  I'm pretty sure that in a class of 30 students Dr. Amdur has yet to learn everyone's name.  I'm not interested in any of this work.  The history class was a disappointment (might I add that 1890-1950 is a fascinating period in European history, yet Dr. Amdur turns it into a list of books).  Why should I bother with these study questions?  We did not do learn this, we never discussed it, she rarely challenged us to think about it.  I was there almost everyday, which is more than most of the class.  What did I get from this class?  I know who George Sorel was, how exciting. As for PoM, how did this become an NBB class?  Vectors, connectionist systems, linguistic conceptual spaces, wtf? 

It's 3am.  I should finish something.

This thing should have Spell Check.  Don't hate me because I kant spel.