Whew...

I have sent in one paper. The other paper is sitting on my desk looking forward to a terse read through tomorrow before I hand it in. I have submitted my grades to my professor. I think I might actually be done with the quarter.

No Longer...


I am no longer a screaming worm. I'm just a tired graduate student ready to be done with the quarter and I almost am. One Spanish final completed. One paper 95% done. One paper with an intro and outlined which will be written tomorrow. Approx. 26 papers graded with 18 more to go.

I am so tired of Magnavox, I can no longer scream never to buy one, I can only desperately plead. They are evil. The customer service people are unkind and call you m'am even when you express that you would not like to be called m'am. The response, and I quote: M'am? I am sorry, m'am. I was also told that there were actually other people who have problems and their problems have a higher priority than mine, so I just needed to wait until my problem made it onto their lists.

Target is also on my naughty list. Sorry, April. Though Magnavox told my repair shop that I need to return it to Target and I called Target to ask, they never called back and in the original call implied that there may be problems because I waited too long but I didn't return it initially because they told me initially I couldn't return it with a reprint of the receipt which apparently was misinformation according to Hallie, the manager who I spoke with today. See? It's complicated AND frustrating.

So my next TV will not be a Magnavox and will not be purchased at Target.

That is the latest and one of the reasons I am exhausted. Dealing with these TV hassles makes grad school seem like easy living.

Back to grading.

Screaming Worm

Have you ever seen the Simpsons where Homer buys Marge the relaxing fountain and an endangered screaming worm lives there? I = screaming worm.

I think it's a combination of stress of writing final papers and the four cups of coffee I drank this morning.

For those who have never seen the episode, NEVER BUY A MAGNAVOX.

One Week Countdown

One week from now, my papers will be turned in and the turmoil and hardship will be a fleeting memory. I hope.
I haven't felt too much stress yet. I have happily used my Freudian/Lacanian transference to stress out other more distant things- my TV (which is never coming back- NEVER BUY MAGNAVOX), my plane ticket, my summer job, my unborn children, my unwed and unmet husband, the string of unmet boyfriends before unwed husband, Christmas shopping, the San Diego marathon, the new diet I am going to go on for the new year, you get the picture.
Now I have to face the music and I am writing. Well, now I am writing on my blog, so I guess I am still not 100% stressed, but I don't know. My brain is almost at capacity. The point is, this week is going to suck. But it will eventually be done and life moves on. That's what will have to get me through.

Until then....

Not quite the Nutcracker...

So December 2nd and how did I kick off the holiday season? A picnic at the beach during sunset. With some grad students in my department, I watched the sun set over the Pacific ocean, ate gourmet food (thanks to Sarah the birthday girl), drank wine, and for 2 hours forgot I was a graduate student faraway from home. There weren't any Christmas carols or red and green M & M's, but there was a sand snowman and it could be a holiday tradition worth repeating.

I still suggest strongly to NEVER BUY A MAGNAVOX.

NEVER BUY A MAGNAVOX

They are pieces of crap, the customer service is horrendous, and there is nothing good about them.