There was a night shift last night! 206 posts since I went to bed.

I know! I thought something had happened. It was nice to see people just talking.

Joe and I have been putting together coffee-related gift baskets this morning. It's sort of fun to make all the stuff look pretty with ribbons and card stock and so on.

I am writing the cover letter for my scholarship application. How do I say I am the best candidate for the scholarship? I'm no good at selling myself.

I'd try to think of 2-3 things that make you unique and then use them. I usually put in a sentence about "I am uniquely qualified/deserving/whatever for this scholarship." And then list the reasons.

Are there any requirements/qualifications for the scholarship? Another tactic is to find the requirements, find a quality/experience of yours that fits and then write that. "The scholarship is designed for students who are X. I have tons of X, as you can see from Y and Z."

eta: be careful taking advice from someone who doesn't know the difference between right and write.

Thank you Stephanie! That sounds great. I think I've got something.

It is a small, small lesbian world. And we keep trying to make it smaller.

So true. I can't even begin to indicate how small it is in Berea.

How do you unintentionally plagiarise? Was there supposed to be an attribution that got neglected or something?

Ask the girl that copied my proposal last fall.

Hey Pete! Good luck on the images! I wanted to tell you: I'm applying to graduate school in Wales. Am I crazy?

I've never taken a MENSA test, I don't think I'll start because it'd just be a good way to map my declining faculties from now to whenever. That's me, light-hearted.

I will honestly be happy if I do okay on my GRE. Which is on February 23. Gak.

Puyallup, Sequim, and Tsawwassen

You get lots of these in Tennessee, too.

Aimee, I love your haircut. It's so attractive.

I'd try to think of 2-3 things that make you unique and then use them.

Ooh, Stephanie, that's good. I marked your post for future (rejected) letter-writing. :)

Am ded of all the cute. Aimee! Puppy! Em!

Boo for returning fevers, buy yay for snagging the best friend.

I got into a bad self-punishment loop when I tried to silence the voices altogether; every time they yipped at me, I felt worse for not being strong enough to muffle them, which just proved how right they were after all about me, which just made them crow with triumph, which made me feel even worse and more self-defeated, which made them louder, etc. ad infinitem.

from the self-loathing discussion last night, this pinged me quite a lot. I'm in an OK place right now, but I cycle fairly regularly. When I'm on the low end of the spectrum, I just feel like there's no way I can pull myself out, and I keep running the reasons that I just FUCKING HATE MYSELF so much over and over, and then I alternate that with beating myself down for being so fucking weak about it, and fury about thinking I have problems in this first world existence I live in.

Today, though, I'm OK. Which is good.

Teppy, I hope today you're OK, or better, or at least not worse.

Poor Emmett, I hope he gets better soon.

Teppy, I hope today you're OK, or better, or at least not worse.

I can say that I'm not worse (where values of "worse" would equal "slicing parts of my enormous reservoir of fat off my body"). But still full of the tasty zesty self-hate. Whee.

And I have no cute new pit bull puppy, so I might as well just go crawl into a cave, puppy-less. The injustice of it all!

It snowed! It snowed! I *knew* Beverly would share with me. Although, I didn't ask for the bitter cold so she can have that back. Snow and mid 40s = good. Snow and a high only in the 20s = Brrrrr!

My office-mate is currently in the process of making one of our office walls into an Olympics scoreboard. Whee?