I’m not terribly interesting.

Um…had two tests this morning, think I totally kicked ass at both of them (I knew all eight non-Milwaukeean Jewish guys. Boo-yah. And the ten plagues. In order.), but then I have on on Thursday and I…don’t even really want to think about it so much. Like, I feel like I can’t study anymore and want to go to bed, but it’s only 8:43 and that would be ridiculous.

Can’t wait for it to be Thursday afternoon. Then a lovely weekend!

I would like it to be Friday, please.

Not just because of the whole major life shit hitting the fan and hey, why can’t I ever get through a senior year of ANYTHING without major health issues? I don’t even want to think about what will happen if I go to grad school. But tests! Two on Tuesday and then one Thursday and I feel completely unprepared.

Except not. I actually feel quite prepared for the Tuesday ones. Which is also confusing, because then I think I’m getting overconfident and that’s not good and surely I’ll get the Moses test and completely blank on something ridiculous like the plagues (I rang them all of this morning, except for the seventh. Hail. Good to know.)

Jewish WI is…well, more difficult because there are more numbers and names and stuff. I do know that in 1850 the population of Wisconsin was 305,000 and in 1860 it was 7760 (2559 of whom were Jewish) and that Joseph Mann because mayor of Two Rivers in 1866, only because there are two “n’s” in his name, “Two” Rivers, and two “6’s” in the year.

Arab-Israeli? I’m about as screwed as the Israelis. Or the Arabs, for that matter. But we’ll worry about that at 12:15 on Tuesday, after I’ve finished mangling the life of Moses.

NOT Goodwill. Not Goodwill at all.

Boston Store apparently does not want me to have a credit card.

My little sister? Who has no credit history, no credit cards, and had to call me to find out her social security number? Sure, no problem, and can we increase your limit in 90 days? I, who have credit cards that I pay, maybe not off but ALWAYS ON TIME, and actually know my social security number? Denied.

Stupid. I’m calling again in the morning.

Meanwhile, I definitely need to stay away from Boston Store. It makes Kohl’s look like a gateway drug.

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Today in Moses, Jesus, and Mohammed we watched a video because…well, ostensibly it was to “tie together our study of the life of Moses.” I think it was just because the professor didn’t want to talk for seventy-five minutes and hey! I don’t want to listen to you for seventy-five minutes and then memorize everything you say by Tuesday!

Awesome.

It was an interesting video too; kept me interested, mostly in trying to figure out if Bruce Feiler is gay or not. (Turns out no- just southern.)

I had a few thoughts- mostly about why there are always angsty walking-around-ruins-with-dramatic-music-whilst-contemplating-the-universe shots in these PBS documentaries.

And I’m sorry, are you allowed to just go to St. Catherine’s Monastery? Like, to sleep? It’s hardly a Motel 6.

Also, can you just wander around? I mean, it’s hardly safe. If I were just trying to devote my life to God, I’d be really sick of having to interrupt my Byzantine Greek chanting to go find whatever Eager Beaver American who had just read The Da Vinci Code and gotten himself lost in the library. Talk about your penance.

You need an hour to get dressed for a 4 a.m. prayer service? Who are you trying to impress? Jesus doesn’t care.

During the prayer service: “This is the most extraordinary display of devotion and faith I’ve ever experienced.” So we’re gonna film it!

Riding a camel: Oh! You made a “Lawrence of Arabia reference”! I’m sure that’s the first time he’s heard that! Yankee bitch.

Looking at an inscription: “Looks more like Latin to me.” Yeah. Sure. I’m going to listen to the guy in the NorthFace jacket over the Greek Orthodox monk who is like 150 years old and is discreetly rolling his eyes in the corner.

I long for the glory days…

…of CSI:NY. First season? I was there. I could recite some of those episodes. I shipped Smacked like FedEx. Second season? Mac lost the ties, I was still there. By the time Mac woke up with Peyton, meh, I was kind of over it. Last season I don’t think I even watched all the episodes because by 9:00 I was, like, half asleep.

This season? Danny’s paralyzed, Mac’s all pouty for no reason, Stella and Adam are sleeping together, and that overachieving chick from Shark is cleaning crime scenes?

Ugh. Remember Aiden? Remember when it was all dark and cool and Mac and Stella had a shot with each other?

I’m going to go watch my DVDs.

(Well, no, that’s not true. I’m going to bed probably. Because it’s, like, ten o’clock.)

Now I’m really confused.

I got an letter from the History Department today, congratulating me for being singled out by one of my professors last semester as an “outstanding student”.

It was a professor that I hated. For most of the semester. He was…weird. Creepy. Discussed lots of stuff my little repressed self doesn’t want to discuss (unless it’s a Facebook discussion of The Lost Symbol, in which case all bets are off.). EVER. Certainly not in a seminar.

But you tell the department that I want to spend the rest of my life in that I’m outstanding? Dude, I will have your babies.

(Even if his sexuality was a constant question amongst my friends and I. We were very confused.)

So yes, this is very exciting.

I think my favorite part was the paragraph at the end which was the standard, “Hey, if you have any questions about the history major, please contact me”, and then signed by the head of the department, who happens to be my thesis advisor.

Yeah. The one who KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT THE HISTORY MAJOR.

That made me laugh.

Guess I know what I’m doing tomorrow.

I’ve begun researching my thesis because I freaked out last week when I realized I had about six weeks to do all of it in. A lot of the material I’m looking at is pointing towards Lumen Gentium, even though I’m actually writing about Nostra Aetate. So I decided to print it off the Vatican Archives website and oh hey, that bad boy is 40 pages long.

Oookay.

So after I pry my contact lenses off my eyes after all that reading, I’m going to have to go to Office Max to buy some more ink.

This is very exciting, I know.