Thanks for the advice, guys. We'll see how today goes.

I just had my first class. I love this prof...he's my favoritist and also my advisor. It's so fun to watch other people try to decide if they love or hate him. Oh, and this is the "Take notes; it's that important" prof. I giggled a couple of times when he said it.

After class I signed up for a time to go chat with him about a few things. He stopped what he was doing, looked at me and said, "Take an hour. We need to talk." I don't know whether I should be terrified or excited.

Other weeks, I probably won't be leaving the same time you are, so I could take the dog out midday. If that's at all what you were talking about, because I didn't bother scrolling back to the start of this conversation.

Okay, so I came in, had my 10:00 meeting. Now what? I don't have anything else to do until about 5, when I should leave for school. Do I really stick around here that long? I don't have any work!

I love that I've gone back to my O'Connell hair...that doesn't make my life a rerun, right? I still remember when I first did it and brought Maggie's picture in and said " Could you do this?" and I was all long and unkempt...past a certain length my hair has no kempt, but people still gasped like I was bumming out Mona Lisa because it was long and *blonde*(I'm so over that particular fetish. Since I have LESS fun and don't even get play off it. Just strange old ladies saying they'd pay for my hair, and getting dumb jokes about a dumb blonde, a smart blonde, and Santa Claus. Groan.) What would we do without a Hecubus? If my mom is any guide, hack at our own hair with nail clippers; she's got a good style right now, but she's complaining already.

I love that picture of Emmett. He looks so grown up and charming.

Happy first day of school everyone! (but sorry for the overload chikat).

Hey MG, been a bit.

I love the orange joke.

Just had a conversation with the bob. He asked me about health issues, fair since I haven't been able to work much. Then he asks me, basically, when I'm going to stop smoking and lose weight, prefaced with, "I don't want to be offensive." Such a charmer.

Then he asks me, basically, when I'm going to stop smoking and lose weight, prefaced with, "I don't want to be offensive." Such a charmer.

That's one of those phrases that always indicates that the phrase/question/sentence that immediately follows WILL be offensive. Much like "I'm not a racist, BUT...."

The bob needs a clue.

I love that picture of Emmett. He looks so grown up and charming.

He does. Also, so much like Hec all of a sudden -- not like older pictures, which Hec always insists look like he looked as a little kid, but like Hec himself.

Every time somebody says that I wanna say "Well, don't then.' but offline I'm gutless.

I start classes tonight too... I'm nervous. I just hope the transportation issue works out OK, that I find my classes, and can buy my books, get back to North Station in time to catch the 8pm train, and... ugh.

Ooof. Good luck on that - the gap between 8 and 9:30 is a killer that's been making me not hang in the city for certain things lately (and I just can't deal with the buses anymore, though at least the 450 is a shorter trip and avoids the more hellish parts of Lynn).

Why? I do not understand the hate for this song, because I quite enjoy it.

For me there's both the "it's so generic it's worse than a bad song" thing and the meta of the fact that Jefferson Airplane did a lot of good stuff back in the day and even Jefferson Starship had some songs I don't mind. Starship was Grace Slick singing bad hair metal and, as such, means the 60s aren't just dead - it's been sold for parts on the black market.

Not that I'm all that big a romantic (or worse, Romantic) about the 60s, but Grace Slick was the woman who (due to the private school she attended) got invited to a Tricia Nixon tea party and decided to take Abbie Hoffman so they slip some acid into Tricky Dick's tea. Needless to say, they didn't get in the door.

Steph, you'll like this. He told me of a radical new weight loss plan. I should skip breakfast. A friend of his is doing this and lost 25 pounds in 4 months.

I like "I'd do anything for love..." but not as an artistic achievement. New tag for Jon Stewart's Bitches. Deena, man, who has not squeezed out people, right?