I’m totally supposed to be writing a brilliant paper about anthropological theorists, but I can’t concentrate on anything like that. For some reason, I’ve completely forgotten what important contributions Boas, Durkheim, and Malinowski have made to anthropology.

Tomorrow I’m flying to Tennessee with the boyfriend. We’re going to help with Wade’s grandparents last apple butter harvest. I have no idea how this is done, other than the concept of taking apples, mushing them up into a butter-like consistency, putting that in a cauldron (Wade told me there was a cauldron) and bingo, you have apple butter. I expect I will learn something about canning and preserving. We’re also going to climb the mountain behind Papaw’s house, or in front of it. I really don’t know what the front and back are, they live on a hill, so theres all kinds of interesting stuff all around them. We’re returning on Sunday. Then, Monday, that damn paper is due. I’m thinking of not working on it until tonight, because I’m hoping when I go to class this afternoon I’ll get some inspiration. Please, I really need inspiration. Oh, man, I don’t wanna beg to the blogging world, but I might if something doesn’t come out of my ass sometime soon. The thing that worries me is that I could usually spice up my paper with my special trademark “Bullshit”, but my teacher has an excellent bullshit barometer. If pressure is required to measure bullshit. Sigh. Damn you for being such a good teacher, Dr. Napora.

See, we’re supposed to compare/contrast two anthropological theorists. Sounds easy, right? I have to have a good understanding of said theorists in order to write about them, which right now,  I don’t feel like I do. And I also don’t feel like any of them have enough in common to compare them or contrast them, without it sounding like a complete reach, you know? One more semester. One more, Jen, then you’ll have so much extra time from NOT going to school you’ll probably invent something spastically awesome.

My best friend and her boyfriend, who were moving down into a house with next week, have broken up. We discovered (like I always maybe thought) that he was a douchebag, and such was revealed a few days ago in furor of hurt feelings and storms. He doesn’t want to move, so he’s staying in Pensacola, the city in which you watch mosquitoes eat your arms and drive on really bad streets. Apparently he hates it there, but not enough to come to Tampa with his fiance? Makes sense, right? Boys are silly.

My other friend Julie in Tampa has also broken up with her boyfriend, and now wants to move in with us, stating that I am awesome and would be good for her (in a big sister, do your homework, you ass-kind-of-way). Wtf. I can’t keep up with all this.

I think I’ve created enough things today that will prevent me from doing homework. Now I need to find something else to do so I can procrastinate some more.

Ciao,

Jen.