When he says, "So what was the main principle you wanted them to take away? What would you do differently next time?" I know they're important questions, but I keep feeling like there's a right answer and I don't know it, and I want to say, "Just tell me what I did wrong already!"
Ooh, that's so irksome! I have a teacher this semester who keeps making us do group process things, and refusing to give us information I know he has, and we could use. Because we're supposed to automagically figure it out, or some shit.
I have slept a ridiculous amount every night this week. While I'm grateful to have to luxury to do it, it's getting kind of annoying -- I should be over the trip, already! Next week I go back to setting the alarm.
Did everyone* remember to turn their clocks forward?
I totally forgot and didn't realize until 11:30 (it was 12:30). I feel extra jipped!
I need to report that I am totally making MS Office my bitch, reformatting my little pie charts to fit inside my paragraphs of text. Oh pie charts, how I love you.
Of course, I should be writing about the book research I did, but it all has to get done eventually, right? Right.
I was still awake at 2:00 this morning, so I changed all the clocks then.
Yay for making MS Office your bitch!
I decided that if I didn't get up and moving right away, I would never leave the house, so I've been to the atm, breakfast, the farmer's market, Draeger's, Target, the parking lot of the lamp store that didn't open until 1:00 on Sundays, and TJs. I've also cleaned out the refrigerator, put all of the many flowers I bought (TJS has their 99 cent daffodil bunches!) in vases, and tried unsucessfully to make copies of the Eyes DVDs.
I believe I shall rest for a bit now.
Enough with this index card crap, time to start writing some paper pages!
I have not gotten shit done yet today. Bleh. On the plus side, I'm having spanikopita from out of my freezer for lunch. Dinner? Whatever.
Go, Nora Go!
I hate to break it to msbelle, but as far as I am concerned, the McWaringles are the nicest.
Jack filking "Saturday Night's Alright For a Fight" in an Evel Knievel jumpsuit
Who does that originally? The title's a lot like an Elton John song.
t /smartass
yeah, like that ever closes...
Frank, be careful, msbelle will cut you.
I have written, like, a half a page! Of crap, sure, but at least it has begun.
I have written, like, a half a page!
Hooray! I have stalled trying to write a worksheet. I keep refreshing the board and my lj, hoping someone posts something so I don't have to go back to it.
