And in other news, water is wet
We told y’all asses.
Well thank heavens us ladies aren’t hysterical anymore!
secondhand embarrassment is pure agony and i wish a lot of comedy didnt rely on it
King Brahmwell and Elmont; Jack the Giant Slayer
Right… so, if you’d asked me what I did tonight, I’d have to admit that I spent several hours splicing together the Brahmwell and Elmont scenes from the final battle of Jack the Giant Slayer. I would then further have to admit that I’d made gifsets for at least one of the moments that made me ship them.
So, uh… please don’t ask me? -.-;;;
You said in answer to someone else’s question that this is only the second part, and there will be a third. I want you to know that I am absolutely terrified of what is coming after this, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
You are amazing, never forget that.
Thank you ❤
(And yeah, only the second arc of Re-Entry so far. There are…probably at least two more. Maybe three. This story basically is out of control and nobody cares, least of all me. *g* )
…I let out such a shriek of delight when I realized what this meant. Then I *chinhands*ed really hard and kicked my feet a bit. ^_______________^
- Work Stuff
Print up and prep lesson plan and attendance sheets for tomorrow
OH FUCK ME IT’S THE WORD PROBLEM LESSON THAT MEANS I HAVE TO
- make powerpoints for tomorrow’s class
- School stuff
Read Bredo article
Read Cresswell article
- Memo 12
- Read Con Respeto
- Start looking for articles for article review
- Start work on research proposal
Contact research subjects to try to pin down a good time to visit and do interviews
- Study for Wednesday’s test?
- maybe not ^_~
- organize notes, etc, into easy access format for test (what? it’s open notes ^_~)
- Maybe do the analysis and write up for the project that’s due in like
two months? Because you can TOTALLY teach yourself multiple
regression. Totally. In fact, stat is a LOT MORE FUN now that you’ve
resigned yourself to the fact that you’re teaching it to yourself. And
you’re kind of excited to get that done. Because you’re a Total Fucking
- Adulting stuff
- find handicapped placard thing to FINALLY MAIL IT BACK GOOD GRIEF
- box up moccasins to send back so they can send the new pair
- maybe contact disability insurance to see where they’re at with your appeal
- Fun stuff
- Platonic meme answers from
yesterdaythree days ago!! 😀
1 down,3 to go
- Work on fic?
- …but which one?
Right. So, yesterday was awful. I got a lead on the fact that some bad news that I was half-expecting probably really is as bad as it looks like it’s going to be, and I’m in no way ready to deal with the fall-out of that bad news. I’m also not ready to do more than vague-blog about it because then I might jinx it and make it worse. So. That’s that.
Suffice it to say, though, that I got NOTHING DONE yesterday and my head is REALLY not in the game and now it’s Sunday and it’s crunch time and there we are. *heavy sigh* This week is going to suck.
*soft sounds of sobbing*
OK, THAT WAS NOT NOTHING. That memo SUCKED. The readings were all philosophy and I HATE philosophy. UGH. If I can get that other memo done before dinner, I will be very, very happy.
…of course, I have to skim a 218 page ethnography to DO it. *headdesk*
UGH. Good timing there, mom. Really good timing. *whimper* I WAS WORKING ON FYFM. I WAS ON A ROLL. NOW I HAVE TO RACE TO SHOWER, GET DRESSED, GET OUT THE DOOR AND BY THE TIME I GET BACK I’LL BE TOO TIRED TO WRITE.
*whines* Noooooooooooooo. IF YOU KNEW HOW LONG I’D BEEN BEATING MY HEAD AGAINST THIS CHAPTER TRYING TO GET IT GOING AGAIN, MOM. IF YOU ONLY KNEW.
…I guess 676 words are better than none?