Four Eyes: Elitism: Open Season

So, as I sit next to Corwin in the computer lab, smelling like something similar to a wet dog, it occurs to be that I have not updated in ... a while. And far be it from me to ignore the creative and dramatic outcries of my devoted fans, purely to appease my own desire to veg in front of my Mac playing Super Mario World.

By the way, in keeping with Super Mario, this is a great song.

This is turning out to be (as Corwin would say) the Spring Break... OF DOOM!!!! Promptly on Monday night, my Lymph glands decided to inflate like balloons and my sinuses tried to suffocate me while I slept. I haven't even been able to wear my contacts without my eyeballs trying to secede from the union. I'm not trying to point fingers or anything, but given the flu-like symptoms demonstrated by my nephews, and the general propensity of children not to wash their hands, you can tell where my suspicions lay. As breaks go, this one is somewhat non-existent. I've got a paper due the first day after break, I haven't had time to do my reading for classes yet, and I've got 6 other papers due within the 6 weeks left of school. Yippee.

On that note, I've also figured out the essence that is Ave: Academic Elitism combined with Kindergarten Snack Time. The bizarre paradigm created by Father Roy and Suzanne Abdala, which in other circles might cancel each other out, join forces to mutate into a strange and mystical monster. Probably something like a minotaur. Or a goatface.

Later today (actually, in like a ten minutes) the fiance and I will be heading over to my parent's to do our taxes. Tax Season, for those of you not yet familiar with it, is that wonderful time of year in early Spring when our accountants and IRS agents hunt down the working masses and use them as target practice. Weeee!