Princess Tigerlily
There's something about being in school that can make me feel humorless. Generally, I think it's because I usually feel intimidated in scholarly situations. That, and also nobody gets my jokes.
Lately, I've been trying to figure out everything that comes with starting a new school, new classes, new program. Also, I'm still working part-time. So it would appear that my uselessness as a ne'er-do-well housewife has come to an end. And now I'm just another confused English Lit. graduate student with a liberal bent and vague, misguided aspirations to grandeur. Not that I even take my vague, misguided aspirations to grandeur seriously. So what does that leave me with? Jokes no one understands. Right.
Well, Dominic came home with a bottle of wine he got for a dollar at a raffle today. So that's good.
Lately, I've been trying to figure out everything that comes with starting a new school, new classes, new program. Also, I'm still working part-time. So it would appear that my uselessness as a ne'er-do-well housewife has come to an end. And now I'm just another confused English Lit. graduate student with a liberal bent and vague, misguided aspirations to grandeur. Not that I even take my vague, misguided aspirations to grandeur seriously. So what does that leave me with? Jokes no one understands. Right.
Well, Dominic came home with a bottle of wine he got for a dollar at a raffle today. So that's good.
posted by Kate at 1:51 PM
3 Comments:
Try taking the $1 bottle of wine to class and plying your fellow scholars with same - - they might just find some humor in your jokes ... but don't count on the grape expectations.
Dollar wine is always a blast. :)
Nobody knows how funny I am, either.
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