This morning is made of gronk.
My life is made of gronk.
Gunn ,'Not Fade Away'
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This morning is made of gronk.
My life is made of gronk.
I'm sorry, Betsy. For the getting screwed over, and for the not-helping-jargon.
Can you/do you want to go into more detail? Not that you have to, I can sympathize without specifics.
{{{askye}}} Been there, done that. Take care of yourself, hon.
Ugh, Betsy. How ridiculous.
So, I know I've said this a million times, but *this* time I really mean it.
I bombed my final today. Like drop-down couldn't answer more than two of the questions completely. Fortunately, my prof has a very generous partial credit policy, so I'm hoping for a 40%.
The sucky thing? The final is 40% of my grade. So, it doesn't matter that I've gotten 100% on every homework turned in; I could still fail the class, because they only account for 10% of the grade.
I'll know between 1 and 2pm. My prof saw panic on my face and said he'd grade my stuff by then so he could give me my "final answer."
Oh, and did I mention I was 15 minutes LATE, because I'm too stupid to be allowed to live? I had a *math* final today. Guess what I didn't bring with to school? My calculator. And the bookstore wasn't open yet, due to their fabulous summer hours, so I had to come home and get mine. So much for being early, because I wanted the extra time.
Then, on the way home, I decided to try to sooth myself with some crochet. Now, I know it's lovely; that's why I'm making it. I know that the yarn is fabulous and looks soft. I know the stitch is amazing and the color is just wonderful. THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU STRANGER ON THE T CAN TOUCH IT!
I may be a bit cranky.
I really can't go into detail, -t. Thanks anyway.
One of the local columnists reported seeing a young man on the Metro, moving his hands around over some white yarn and thought it interesting that now knitting is for everyone.
Then he realized the man was untangling his iPod cord.
Oh, Toddson, that's hysterical!
This picture is simultaneously ded-of-teh-cute and frickin' hilarious
baby pic spam:
Jack is a man baby of many funny expressions [link]
Which is funnier in contrast to his twin who is generally serene & angelic (well, except during the normal baby upset moments)
Also, gratuitous beach shot
"HR has reached closure."
GAH! That's supposed to pacify you?? Maddening.
vw, I hope the final turns out better than you're expecting. Also, go you with the landlord wrangling.
Glad things are looking up, connie.
Over all my life is looking up.
Beautiful. And hugs (which I originally typed as "jugs")
ETA: My main reason for posting, I forgot...
Congratulations to the fleas!!
OMG. Jack & Zoe are unbelievably cute.
...do they have little baby friends called Duncan and Jane yet?
t /Michael Rosenbaum groupie
Also, meant to say that I hope your mom is doing OK, Hill.