white male consumer

Here I am, banging out the rough draft for one of my final papers. I should have had a full rough draft last Thursday, but I re-scheduled the conference. The final is due on Friday. It should be good. It’s a satirical piece arguing for why we should jettison nuclear waste into space (or the sun, haven’t decided yet). I’ve just been having a terrible time concentrating on it. Like right now, how I find myself magically posting instead of working on it. Interesting, huh? I guess it’s coming along alright. Slowly but surely. A sneak peak:

So where exactly are we going to put our nuclear waste? Storing it domestically is costly and dangerous. Paying third world nations to take it also might have repercussions for America down the line. And ocean dumping is frowned upon today, as a result of environmental lobbyists. However, I think it’s safe to say that there one prospective avenue that we have yet to discuss. And that is jettisoning the waste into space.

This semester in terms of finals, I have three tests and two papers. This is a 180 from every semester before, where I had a lot of papers and only one or two tests. I think it will be a nice change of pace actually. I can go and quickly rip through a test faster than it takes to write a decent paper.

I have no idea what my grades are going to be like this semester.

Interesting fog today. Cornell looks cool.

I think the cleaning staff have given up on our floor altogether. We have more toilet paper, but nothing has been cleaned. Probably for the best. Someone broke one of the shower handles a few days ago, so now we are limited to the worse shower, which is too low and changes temperatures frequently. Although this doesn’t quite stop people from trying to use the broken shower – everyday now I wake up and go into the bathroom to find it pouring out water because some real genius could turn it on but not off.

I’m tired of this shit.