Subtle clues:
-I made an industrial sized quantity of chicken-pineapple-cheese-pasta and am eating it this entire week.
-All my time seems spent rewatching lectures on 1.8 speed.
-Math has abandoned the concept of numbers altogether.
-The library is full of people who aren't MathPhys, who are in there all the time anyway.
-I'm wearing my father's flannel and carrying a colourcoded binder everywhere (I mean business).
-I've relented my coffee abstinence, had a cup four hours ago and am now wired to the point where I can't focus.
-All of McGill is full of couples making out. I'm not sure if this is because of a need for an output for the sexual tension due to stress, but it's causing obstructions. Today I nearly tripped over a couple vigorously making out in the middle of the doorway of Architecture Café. As Architecture Café is a fairly frequented location, I put on my grandma voice and pointed out that "This is a hallway, guys", something I don't think I've said since middle school. Crotchety crotch crotch.
Also, on an unrelated note, I'd like to take this opportunity to critique the following composition and the paradox it poses:
This song confuses me. I can't seem to avoid it, I hear strains, usually terribly trebled due to shit speakers, all over the place, even in the middle of traffic on Sherbrooke a few days ago. It seems to try to straddle the fence between respectful love- or at least appreciation-song and YOUZSOHOTDOMENONAMESNEEDED. But that's kind of a barbed wire barrier, ya know? The first lyric I heard was "I'm trynna find the words to describe this girl widout bein disrespetful" and it kinda struck me as out of place to the point of silly and wussy and difficult to take seriously. This genre of music does not do respectful and thoughtful well - if you wanna write a misoginistic song, it had better be a good misoginistic song, and leave it at that. Try:
See? That's how you write a brilliantthoughactuallykindaoffensivebutwhateverit'sJagger song. Don't water down your misogyny!
The second confusing part of this song is that it then repeats "DAMN GURL YOU'Z A SEXY BITCH" a bunch of times, and involves the phrase "neighbourhood ho". Which totally kills the I'm not being disrespectful concept without fully embracing the unapologetic, lusty cry it's clearly meant to be. Get your act together, rap industry.
You can't have your cake and eat it too,
or,
in the experience of the eskimo who burned his watercraft for warmth off the coast of Greenland:
You can't have your kayak and heat it too.
Sorry for the awful joke.
