Can't we all just get along?


now back to my usual babble...

BTW, I'm listening to "Fame". Sometimes you just gotta do what you just gotta do.

I'm doing laundry as I write this. Or, rather, I will be making occaisional trips to the laundry room to feed quarters (in $1 incriments), clothes, and soap into the hungry machines. It's at that embarassing point where I have nothing left to wear...I went to class today in a pair of khakis that looked like I slept in them and have splashes of easter egg-colored paint (from A funny thing happened.......) on them. I was wearing just an old blue tank top when I remembered my hatred for the gleacher center AC. So I grabbed the first long-sleeved shirt I could find: one of Marph's blue and white striped men's shirts with holes in it that I wouldn't let her take to LA and she wouldn't let me get rid of. Not my most sheveld look for a class with the CEO's of tomorrow.

Laundry in the building was something I thought I HAD TO HAVE in an apartment. I didn't look at any apartments that didn't have laundry rooms. I am beginning to think this may have been a mistake.

Oh, as a side note, this may be a long post, due to my inability to do anything substantive while I have to go downstairs every half hour.

See, if I didn't have laundry in the building I would have to go to a laundraumat. Duh. Many of them are open 24 hours, or at least late-night, unlike the one in my building which you can't use--for fear of the neighbors above--after 9pm. Which means I have to laundry on Saturdays, which means I don't do laundry very often.

Additionally, there is a nice launder-bar on Southport. Think of that. How perfect? Launder bar. You go, dump your clothes in the industrial sized machines, then go sit at the bar. Have a drink, put laundry in the dryer. Plus it is just far enough a way to justify driving, which would mean no hauling load after load of laundry up and down 2 flights of stairs, through two sets of gates, two sets of doors, and around a corner. Convenient for all. (Obviously I wouldn't get drunk. Then I couldn't drive home.)

But since I have laundry in the building, going to a laundramat would be stupid.

Current contents of my fridge (segue? bah!): remnants of a gallon of milk, 2 cases of diet coke, 6 cans of coke, 6-pack of beer, tofu labeled "use by August 11", mushrooms that are soft and smelly, tomatoes I'm trying (unsuccessfully) to keep from rotting, half an onion, peanut butter, two pieces of bread, an empty brita filter, and moldy cottage cheese. I'm about to throw most of this out. Location of the Star of India menu? unknown. This is very very sad. lunch/dinner tonight will therefore either be cereal or frozen organic-vegan enchilada. I could order from one of the 50 million other places that deliver, but I had been counting on cooking or ordering Indian. I'd go shopping, but there's the laundy factor: if I don't keep moving it from one machine to another someone else in the building will get there first.

It has been observed, more than once, that I am well on my way to being a U of C lifer. This is partly coincidence--I was offered a job right when I needed it and when all my friends were unemployed, and then that job made grad school tuition much lower so I'm stuck until I graduate. But here are some resons why I love the U of C. I imagine I will add to this list sporadically in time to come...
1) Where else are you equally likely to find students at a frat party as at a coffee shop discussing plato?
2) Only at the U of C would a student walk up to another and say "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice: you look an awful lot like Wittgenstein".
3) Hell does freeze over
4) The entire student body is so post-modern it hurts.
5) Everyone has read Foucault.
6) It's in the best city in the country.
7) It's "where the end of the world began"

On the other hand, those are the exact reasons why the school also drives me nuts, so hey.

I had my LAST MACRO CLASS EVER today. Remind me: I am a wimpy GSB student. I have no need to take heavily quantitative classes ever again. If you find me in corporate finance, shoot me. I should stick to nice, friendly classes like "power and leadership" "advanced marketing" "the employment relationship" "business ethics" and other things that require papers and discussion as opposed to math and exams.

I could now indulge a long discussion about the macroeconomic roots of the Great Depression with enormous, meticulous, mathematical detail. I don't think I will often be called upon to do this when I am trying to balance the budget at some poor non-profit arts institute.

I'm taking Investments next quarter, but that seems reasonable. It will be heavily quant, I'll struggle with it as much as I with accounting, micro and macro, but at least it seems (now anyway) slightly more relevant.

I find out Friday what classes I got for fall. I bid on classes with Nobel winners...cross your fingers for me!

In my Marketing class on Wednesday I overheard someone petitioning the professor to raise his grade on one of the cases. Not his groups' grade, just his. He wanted to include something that didn't get included...etc.etc. the REALLY annoying thing is that this group got a 13/15, the highest grade in the class. My group got a 12. Which pissed me off. a lot.

Both my finals are Wednesday. Which will make the rest of this weekend fun and interesting. I have to *mail* my marketing final to my professor in Madison, WI at some point during the day Wednesday. In fact, it has to be fed-exed. Which is, I might add, a huge pain. It's also a write-up limited to 1700 words. I've only skimmed the case and already I have about 3000 words worth of recommendations..I just have to figure out which ones are total BS and which ones are really worth something. Which would be why she limits us.

Okay, I'll stop boring you all now. For the moment.
- posted by Heidi @ 5:13 PM