procrastination is fun
If something can be overwhelming and underwhelming, then can it be just whelming? Whelm. Sounds cool, eh?
I contemplate these things when I should be writing my sociological imagination paper. Supposed to be five pages. Due tomorrow at 8am. *sigh*
Oooooooh, tonight we learned all about murder! First degree murder, second degree murder, manslaughter, mass murder, serial murder, murder in self defense, murder-for-hire, murder murder murder. And robbery. But the murder bits were the best!
That sounded kinda distrubing, eh?
I want a third major. And a minor, too. Anthropology and Native American Studies. I'm insane. Does it make me wishy-washy to have two majors? One of my professors said it did, said it shows I'm not committed. He said graduate programs might be hesitant to accept me because they might think I'm more interested in the other subject. I thought my majors went rather well together. Psychology and Criminology. I can be a criminal psychologist! A certified expert witness! I can evaluate suspects, make profiles, all that good stuff. I hope to, anyway. Sigh.
I feel all teary and blah. I want to go to sleep now. But I have to write this stupid paper, which is actually worth a good chunk of my grade. bummer