It's a done deal: we broke up.

Dear Identity Theory, we can no longer be together because there was never really an "us" to begin with. I was misguided and naive. I jumped into this relationship assuming I knew everything I needed to know about you, when I obviously did not. I will always remember you for your HUGE body of literature, but in this appearance-based culture of ours, I feel like you've changed...I've changed...we've changed. You with your looking-glass self, and me with my flat-ass self only made things more challenging. I thought you were trying to self-destruct, though in retrospect, I now understand that you were instead, patiently waiting to be de-constructed. I think we both need to go about our social interaction differently and see new people. I wanted you to hear it from me first and yes it is true, I've started seeing Angela Mcrobbie in the past few days, but it's nothing that serious at the moment. Believe me, you were BIG and you were GOOD but I've decided that it is best if I don't wake up with my breath smelling like theoretical dick every morning. You will always occupy a special place in my heart, and perhaps with growth and understanding on my part, we will find our way back to one another in a year or so when I am ready to be in a long-term committed relationship. Good luck with everything, as I truly hope you will continue to present yourself in everyday life, the way you always have, as a truly "bazaar" individual.


Ok, Ok, so I got my qualitative research paper back today, finally. I've only been sweating diarrhea over this massive paper for about 10 days, checking my email every 47 seconds to see if my prof. emailed me my mark. Now for those of you who remember, this is the prof. who looks like Matthew. Funny enough, he's older than Matt but actually looks younger than Matt because he's not balding. So ANYWAY, I did pretty darn good but my prof.'s comments were somewhat annoying. He is such a "know-it-all" show off...

What is really funny, is that for both my quantitative and qualitative class, I got really good grades, but I feel like a fraud because I've come out of both classes not knowing or learning nearly as much as my grades suggest. I'm glad J. introduced me to Identity theory seeing as how my prof. didn't. And although my Foucauldian analysis worked very well for this particular research paper, I'm pretty stoked about reading more stuff on ID theory and building on Goffman's work which I'm pretty familiar with already. Thanks so much J for helping me out and allowing me to raid your library (fo' realz guys, J's got a fuckin' "mini-koerner library" going on at her place)! I love having intelligent, brilliant friends who will hopefully never break up with me.

To celebrate, I bought a litre of cafe latte ice cream from Mario's today! Actually, E's latest blog entry made me crave ice cream (but the REAL kind).