For those of you who aren't comment readers, I urge you to check out the comments on the previous post...you know, for brands of zaniness apart from my own...

So I was listening to Mozart's Requiem, and trying to read a paper on Henry James and the art novel...and I thought...my, it's been a while since I've blogged! (Innnteresting...)

Wow. Damn. A lot has happened. I've started grad school. I've met a ton of interesting people. Including my roomate (who's like...the coolest...ever...) And my cohort. Which already has numerous inside jokes, most famous of which is probably the Looby. (Concerning a professor and his penchant for free form dancing.)

I don't really think it has all set in yet, this whole...vast amounts of work thing. I have lots of reading (like, lots of reading...) but...I'm like, getting paid for it. I AM GETTING PAID TO READ BOOKS. Bahaha!

I am, however, just getting the gist of the non-work related requirements of being a grad student. One must addict oneself to a reality TV show. One must realize that man cannot live on bread alone- the bread should, at the very least, be accompanied by a swig or two of department-purchased alcohol. And sometimes, you can talk about where you think critical theory is headed in the next century. Other times, you can talk about Ninja Turtles.

Man, this is great.