My first all-nighter and the damage done
So that last post I made was probably about 2 hours before I started going totally insane, and ended up pulling my first ever all-nighter for school purposes. My paper turned out to be 25 pages (the maximum amount it could be). "18 page minimum??", I must have thought to myself unconsciously, "Why, that's not nearly enough to show how smart I am! I can't wait to write even MORE and stay up ALL NIGHT LONG!!!" Sigh. I am an idiot. But I finished, and that's a huuuuuge weight off of my shoulders. I am by no means done with work in general for the semester...no, I've got my fair share left, what with my crazy medical geography professor (who inexplicably HATES trees) handing out reading and quizzes like candy on Halloween, and everything else. It's ok though. One day at a time. So anyway, this weekend was all about sleep and doing nothing, with a bit of work thrown in. But after the school-intensive week I had work was a blessing--you see, I don't have to think at work. Thursday Jaclyn and I went downtown with Owen and his friends for his roommate's birthday, and I stayed out way too late (once again, I am an idiot). So, Friday I did nothing and went to bed around 11:30, getting a much-needed and well-deserved 12 full hours of sleep. Saturday night Monica, Lindsay, Jaclyn and I just hung out at Owen's drinking, and had a shot when the clock turned over to one o'clock for a second time. Yay for the end of daylight savings and an extra hour of sleep!!! And now I plan to continue to spend my lazy Sunday (song lyric courtesy of Stars™) on the couch, and maybe take a shower because I am in dire need. Yuck. In closing I leave you with one of the introductory paragraphs to my history paper (the introduction was 3 pages long....yeeeeah) which I think sounds remarkably like the beginning of a Star Wars movie. I didn't mean to do it, I swear.
This sense of restlessness and fear was worsened by the state of the Church, the one institution that had always been seen as a model of constancy in Medieval Europe. In the mid-eleventh century, a schism occurred in the papacy and higher levels of the church. This led to a string of antipopes and multiple splinter groups, some negligible and some quite powerful, which caused further turmoil on the continent. Meanwhile, in the East, the powerful Islamic force of the Seljuk Turks was advancing on the Byzantine Empire, the eastern realm of Christianity. This threatening force was slowly but surely encroaching into Byzantine territory, causing mounting tensions for Emperor Alexius I and the Eastern Christians. In 1095, Alexius called upon his fellow Christian rulers in the West for support against the “heathen” Saracens. Thus the scene was set for Pope Urban II, who saw in this cry for help an opportunity to once again unite East and West under the Vatican’s supreme authority, and heal the 40-year schism the Church had been suffering through.

2 Comments:
But meat is so fucking good. Granted, there's lots of politics involved. But it's so fucking good!
more like so fucking GROSS. and way to make a comment on the wrong post, hah.
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