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leahbobetJanuary 9, 2007 Progress Notes:
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 800.
Words total: 19,250 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: This is the most interminable, boring, tedious, mellow, hippieish flashpoint riot ever. Get it away from me. I cannot look upon its face.
Liquid Refreshment: Soy chai thingy that I don't think is sitting well.
Munchies: Leftover chicken and rice.
Exercise: 1 hour walking.
Mail: A nice review from IROSF for "Lost Wax". And then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slushmaster was nice about it too!
Darling du Jour: Nothing really darlingy today.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A.
Mean Things: Qara and Sakhile, Rogue Xenobiologists: Dudes, you really need to study your local customs before marching in to do science. Lest you find yourselves tied up and being trundled off to a teenage ganglord's place.
Case: Beat it, it's the fuzz!
Lyss: For the last time, not a child-stealing heretic! Also, the sadness of working a job with a uniform.
Research Roundup: Actually none today, for once. Today is all verrrry sloooow stabbing.
Books in progress: John Scalzi, The Android's Dream; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers.
The glamour: Sooo yeah, I had no water this morning when I woke up. This was sad. I went to school hungry and my tummy burbled until I made it out to the coffeeshop at break.
Day Four:
*dances* I! am! aheee-ead! I! am! aheee-ead!
So today was the first day of classes, wherein we attended Revitalizing Languages and learned that it is going to be quite cool. I am getting that burn of guilt you get in fourth-year courses where they cheerfully talk about when you're going on to grad school, and the few of you who know you're not going to grad school* look at each other with these furtive, guilty glances and try to sink into the background.
However, it is good and well that there are enough people I know in that class to have those glances in the first place, and it was nice to catch up with people I didn't have classes with last semester, but know from the year before. And for once I will take a course in the department with a practical application. Joy. :)
This evening was Short Story Collections, which is full of English students. 'Nuff said. We shall not be moved. :p
And in closing, in the process of thinking up more creative mocks for people who didn't make their![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
novel_in_90 wordcount today, I have rediscovered a joy of my life: the Mockerie! Mockerie! Heritage Minute video. Anyone Canadian and within ten years of my age will have lovely, lovely memories of sitting in movie theatres through this ad and shouting Mockerie! Mockerie! along with it, and then dissolving into giggles, and feeling a warm glow as you knew that the whole theatre had done the same thing, and you were all united together: one nation, truly Canadians. :D
*I could go to grad school, but it would require a serious lift in my GPA, the wherewithal to study further, and two more years of being student poor. I am tired of being student poor. I am twenty-four years old with a year left in my undergrad degree and I want my life back already thank you.
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 800.
Words total: 19,250 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: This is the most interminable, boring, tedious, mellow, hippieish flashpoint riot ever. Get it away from me. I cannot look upon its face.
Liquid Refreshment: Soy chai thingy that I don't think is sitting well.
Munchies: Leftover chicken and rice.
Exercise: 1 hour walking.
Mail: A nice review from IROSF for "Lost Wax". And then
slushmaster was nice about it too!Darling du Jour: Nothing really darlingy today.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A.
Mean Things: Qara and Sakhile, Rogue Xenobiologists: Dudes, you really need to study your local customs before marching in to do science. Lest you find yourselves tied up and being trundled off to a teenage ganglord's place.
Case: Beat it, it's the fuzz!
Lyss: For the last time, not a child-stealing heretic! Also, the sadness of working a job with a uniform.
Research Roundup: Actually none today, for once. Today is all verrrry sloooow stabbing.
Books in progress: John Scalzi, The Android's Dream; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers.
The glamour: Sooo yeah, I had no water this morning when I woke up. This was sad. I went to school hungry and my tummy burbled until I made it out to the coffeeshop at break.
Day Four:
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3,650 / 67,500 (5.4%) |
*dances* I! am! aheee-ead! I! am! aheee-ead!
So today was the first day of classes, wherein we attended Revitalizing Languages and learned that it is going to be quite cool. I am getting that burn of guilt you get in fourth-year courses where they cheerfully talk about when you're going on to grad school, and the few of you who know you're not going to grad school* look at each other with these furtive, guilty glances and try to sink into the background.
However, it is good and well that there are enough people I know in that class to have those glances in the first place, and it was nice to catch up with people I didn't have classes with last semester, but know from the year before. And for once I will take a course in the department with a practical application. Joy. :)
This evening was Short Story Collections, which is full of English students. 'Nuff said. We shall not be moved. :p
And in closing, in the process of thinking up more creative mocks for people who didn't make their
novel_in_90 wordcount today, I have rediscovered a joy of my life: the Mockerie! Mockerie! Heritage Minute video. Anyone Canadian and within ten years of my age will have lovely, lovely memories of sitting in movie theatres through this ad and shouting Mockerie! Mockerie! along with it, and then dissolving into giggles, and feeling a warm glow as you knew that the whole theatre had done the same thing, and you were all united together: one nation, truly Canadians. :D*I could go to grad school, but it would require a serious lift in my GPA, the wherewithal to study further, and two more years of being student poor. I am tired of being student poor. I am twenty-four years old with a year left in my undergrad degree and I want my life back already thank you.
