Further Evidence that Spiders are trying to kill me

For those of you who didn't believe me. These things are babykillers. I'm SO not joking.

In other news, I had my MA orientation meeting this afternoon...and I have officially decided that I'm in a lot of crap. LOL. Thoughts are constantly rushing through my head right now...such as, "Why haven't I picked out my thesis topic, written seven drafts of it, and handed those into my sponsoring professor who doesn't even know he's my sponsor yet?" Yeah, I dunno, I just kept thinking about the extremely large amount of work I have to do for the next month in terms of personal projects...it's not very pretty. I basically need to be spending at least two hours a night, I'd say, working on my own personal research. Along with a thesis, MA's need to do a mini research paper for the first year of about 25 pages...on top of taking 5 classes and 1 seminar class per semester.

I love it. Isn't KU Leuven cool?

Once I pick a topic...because I'm wavering a little between several, and it will REALLY depend on my thesis advisor person I pick, I plan to go at it like the black death in an English public square filled with girls singing 'Pocket full of Posies'. However, until then, I'm a little scared of the unknown...mainly because I have several interests, and I am not totally sure which ones would benefit me more...augh, if only I knew the future! LOL. A problem for a philosophy student, for sure. ;) Otherwise, things here are good. I did about an hour and a half of dutch tonight, and I'm totally Dutch-fried. As the Flemish would say of me, I'm sure, "Hijs Deutsch is slecht, ERG slecht." (His Dutch is bad, VERY bad.)

Lastly, this is a big Happy Birthday to my little brother Martin, who is now thirteen, which is possibly the most awkward age of any living human being alive. We're proud of you Martin! Way to survive thirteen years without killing yourself by jumping off of bike ramps, rolling down hills, taunting people larger than you, and throwing snowballs at police cars! (Well, we're not proud about the police cars part, but we think he learned his lesson.) Happy Birthday Martin, and sorry I couldn't be there because I have to eventually get a stupid job. Sorry.