Stephanie, I am so sorry, and if you would like them, I offer many hugs.
'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I talked with my advisor today, and we agreed that, unless I get an enormous amount of work done this summer, it would be better for me to stay for two more years of grad school, rather than just one more. (I'm finishing my fourth year now. They officially tell us to aim for graduating in four years, but almost no one does. Five or six is typical.) I agree that I'll be much better prepared and have much better job prospects if I spend this year trying to get stuff published and speaking at conferences and stuff, and I do think it's a good idea, but I'm still a little bit, ugh. Two more years.
On the plus side, I got some results in my research that my advisor thinks are pretty good, and he gave me a few ideas to tighten a few things up. And, another professor suggested a research project for me to do with him over the summer. So I've definitely got some stuff going that could turn into stuff that'll look good on a CV.
Ugh. Today really is a very Mondayish Wednesday, isn't it?
Petty annoyances were making me very bitter and snappish this afternoon/evening. So I bailed on a meeting I was supposed to go (which makes me feel guilty) becuase I was afraid if I went, i'd piss someone off by being bitchy. Which would be bad. Sigh.
So hugs to all y'all. Smacks upside the head to those what need it.
There were other things I was going to say, but I forgot them now. Sorry.
I'm not going to parse it too carefully, but I mean I'm not always going to get what I want. I'm cool with that. 'Cause if I try sometimes, I just might find... sorry, earwormed myself.
I had a knee jerk DJ. That was my stuff. Sorry.
And I agree completely with the above. I'm cool with not always getting what I'm shooting for because, often enough, the actual outcome is better than the imagined one.
ETA: I don't really wanna change Daniel, just his house. We're still working on de-bachelor-ifying it. But hey, I made flowery curtains for the bathroom this weekend to replace the towel he had hanging in the window, so definite progress.
I don't think Andi's changing me. I prefer to think that having her around is letting me slowly revert to my true self.
smooches Daniel
Having Andi in my life defrags my stress. I still get anxious, but I find myself relaxed and happy much more often.
I always thought that if I was happier I wouldn't gain weight.
So much for that theory.
Having Andi in my life defrags my stress. I still get anxious, but I find myself relaxed and happy much more often.
Awwww!
Having Andi in my life defrags my stress. I still get anxious, but I find myself relaxed and happy much more often.
This being coupled thing is good. The good times are better when shared, as are the tough times.
but I'm still a little bit, ugh. Two more years.
I know you want it over and behind you, and who could blame you. But in the long run doing it right in two years is better than rushing it into one year. Not only would it be less stressful, but you would be more satisfied with the outcome.
Buh. So tired. Up until 4:30 am last night working on book. No cookie for time management.
JZ still weepy about vegan baby.
But we won our game tonight which was nice after two close losses. Emmett had his best game pitching all year (3 innings, no runs, no hits, one walk, one hit batsman. Emmett broke the batting helmet with his pitch. Kind of a scary moment.) and had some key hits and made a great play as catcher.
The team was all sassy and happy and tackled the coaches.