So this is going to be a random article with a bunch of thoughts that are only connected in so far as they all originate from my head.

First of all, I now have more proof that my theory is really more fact than theory. That is, that suburbs are route and/or source of all evil. Please go here (I would have made a link but I'm only a C computer student and so you'll have to bear with me). Sympatico / MSN News : Health : ContentPosting

So, in this my 3rd go at TAing Classics 1BO3, I think that I may finally have a student that's pissing me off. She seems to be giving me the impression that she's above or better than all of these little tutorial assignments. I will admit that they are very simple - but one should not complain about such things because at the university level - they do not stay simple. Of course, it could also be that these simple assignments are beyond her level of comprehension - but that may be too harsh (I'm on my 3rd dosage of cider - 1 Magners's can and 2nd strongbow bottle). However, if she really is above it all, then she should consider contributing more to class - which she certainly didn't today - the 1st real day where they had that chance. Moreover, there were several situations where I had to feed the answer to the students and I never saw her hand. So, although I never display anger in class and surely never will, I must also make sure than when I'm marking assignments and essays that I maintain as objective an approach as possible. Right now though what I think will happen is she will only produce a mediocre at best essay, expect a good mark, get a shitty mark, then come and bitch at me. But...perhaps it's too early to tell...

So the whole PhD thing is attacking my sanity. All I can think about is "I hope I get in somewhere, I hope I get in somewhere! (repeated over and over...)" These next few months will certainly be trying in that regard and once I know for sure - presumably mid-February - and hoping, perhaps praying that I am accepted somewhere, I will party like it's 1990, '91, '92, '93, '94, '95, '96, '97, '98, '99, '00, and so in...all put into one liver/kidney wrecking escapade.

Though my marks and some of my essays may not reflect my ability (and sadly I don't think that they do), what I can hope to demonstrate in my applications is my PASSION for Roman History - particularly Late Roman and everything to do with war at that (and I think I'm 'falling for' the 4th century). People often talk about the runner's high and I certainly know what that is from my experiences. But, I also sometimes get what I'll call "the knowledge high", which is when I come across something just so damned cool that I just want to read about it and find out more, more, more!!!! Just thinking about that now almost makes me giggle! :) Course...that may be the alcohol...mmm...cider....

You know what? The band Keane is pretty cool.

So more people are getting married and I was talking to my sister last night and she asked me if I've met or found anyone - but she also stressed that she wouldn't bug me about it and I said, surprisingly, no. I'm back in fulltime Roman world and so unless I'm really tired these things don't often cross my mind - although sitting in 2nd Cup today reflecting on lots of things, that did come up and so certainly do think about it every now and then. Luckily though, I have that "knowledge high" fairly frequently (I should add that I'm also really falling for Latin - partly b/c it's starting to make more sense and b/c it's just such a fucking cool language). But you know, all the attractive people in my department have bf's, which is really a shame. But...alas.

Something tells me that there was something else that I was going to say but come to think of it, well, I can't. So peace out all.