I went to a surprise birthday party last night, and it was quite fun, even though at 2 in the morning last night I realised the LAST 40th surprise party I went to was my dads. (And two months later we had a a getogether with a similar guest list, but uh, I'm not about to tell this to all my 'old' friends.)

And then I took the subway home with someone that I had quoted extensively in The Best College Paper I Ever Wrote (tm) (Yes! It was Clement Greenberg! How did you know????)(Art History major joke sorrrrrrry). I didn't tell him, though, it would be weird, don't you think? I think that was my problem with grad school, I couldn't bring myself to use people I had met as sources. 'But I've met @ng3l@ mcr0bb13, how can I quote her!!' Ha ha, like academic work isn't all about quoting the bejesus out of your colleagues. No wonder I sucked at it! I want to go back though. And do mad research! I have a five page bibliography all ready! Too bad I automatically blank out when I hear the word 'methodologies'. (And the only Levi Strauss I want to know from is the one with the denim)