Monday, September 30, 2002
 

The horror, the horror: This high-ranked undergraduate institution, I have recently discovered, hosts mixers for undergraduate females and the male law and management school students. Does this sound sleazy to anyone else?

And besides, what about the English graduate students? Don't we get to mix, too? We're charming conversationalists and sometimes even emerge from the library! A few of us will even get jobs! And besides, as Possession recently demonstrated, English professors look like Gwyneth Paltrow and Aaron Eckhart and lead glamorous, passionate lives that do not involve crying in the reference section, stealing food from buffets, and considering grooming optional.

That was a tangent. In another news item that is possibly related to my original topic, I seem to have a new across-the-hall neighbor. While she was moving in (I think) last night, she had a small yappy (actually, they were the most un-doglike noises I've ever heard) pseudo-dog with her. She says "like" approximately every third word (not exaggerating) and has cell phone conversations in the hall (much like my non-froggie next door neighbor, who seems to have disappeared again). She said something into the phone that sounded distinctly like "like, chlamydia," but perhaps I misheard. Or perhaps she'd been to a mixer too many.

On that note, it's 8:12 AM and high time for me to get my butt to the library.

Elvisette philosophized at 8:14 AM