I haven't written in a while, have I?
I'm pretty busy. I've taken five classes in a quarter numerous times, but just the four from this quarter add up to the biggest workload of my time at Northwestern. (And it's really only three of them, in fact, since although sitting in lecture for Poli Sci Methods makes me want to gnaw my ankles off for the sake of distraction, it's actually quite an easy class.)
The TA of my Southeast Asian Politics class laughed at me today. We were talking about our 15-page papers, and since I'm up to my elbows in primary sources for my history research paper, I inquired about whether he wanted us to use primary sources. He laughed out loud in front of the whole section. "No, you don't need to fly to Southeast Asia and interview anyone," he said. "That should save you a lot of money. You can stick to secondary sources." Yeah, because personal interviews are the only primary sources out there. As much as this class feels a lot like a history course sometimes, I guess there are some differences, huh?
I ate at SAGA last night. It actually isn't that bad, when you're not forced to eat it day after day after day. I had a coupon for a free meal (I certainly wouldn't pay for it!), so I stopped by Sargent for dinner after class. There's something nice about having a wide variety of food, as much as you want, without having to make any of it yourself. (No, I don't eat out often, how did you guess?) I had salad, which I don't often have at home because it requires having a variety of produce on hand which has not yet gone bad, which is rare for me, so I usually just heat up frozen veggies. I had french fries, which I never buy because it seems redundant alongside the sack of potatoes that's always in my cabinet. I had a fish sandwich. I had blueberry pie. I had two yummy coconut cookies, and nabbed four more in a napkin. And, I had coffee (which I have finally developed a taste for)... and they had Kahlua and Irish Cream flavored creamers! So cool. All in all, I was rather pleased with my meal, which is vaguely disturbing.
I have finally acquired a space heater for my it's-really-a-porch-not-a-bedroom-so-the-insulation-sucks room. I rearranged the entire place in order to have somewhere to put it that's 3 feet away from anything flammable as recommended, which was a challenge in a room the size of mine. However, I have not yet used it. This is because turning it on would be quite dangeous, considering the piles of quite flammable clothes, papers, and books that have somehow accumulated around it, not even three inches away, let alone three feet. This will soon present us with a fun experiment: would Britt rather get frostbite, or clean her room? Tune in next week.
