Yes, Jess. Makes me a bit embarrassed to fall into the same trap as all the moms before me. And yet.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hee. That was great.
My lunch is a very nutritious melange of buttered popcorn and parmesan goldfish. Mountain Dew on the side.
Yarg.
I'm having a crap semester at school, thanks largely to the worst teaching I've ever encountered at any level (and I've done all the levels), and a really really out-of-normal-range BUSY semester at work, which leads to being even further behind at school, and now I'm looking at dropping one of my two classes. Which sucks.
What sucks worse is that if I drop the class I'm most behind in, it'll put off my whole degree by at least year because of the way they've just rejiggered the master course schedule. So it's that, or I drop the class I'm mostly caught up in and scramble at the one I already owe several assignments in, because there's no way I can do both and not, you know, die or get fired.
Also, the whole FUCKING THE FUCK UP ACADEMICALLY YET AGAIN problem, which has me in a quivering heap.
Fuck.
academia~ma, amych
Sending you all my school~ma, amych.
Thanks, loves. I'll sort it out one way or the other, but I feel like the only way I can get through the semester right now is in HULK SMASH mode at both my job and my incompetent prof, and sustained anger isn't easy or productive for me -- even when it's what keeps me from crawling into a cave and giving up, it's just exhausting and depressing to stay in that mode all the time.
(Brief flashes of rage are so much easier, but there's no degree in that.)
(Suzi, your school~ma is powerful stuff. I'm'a bogart all I can get, if you don't mind. GRADUATE LADY!!!1!~!)
What sucks worse is that if I drop the class I'm most behind in, it'll put off my whole degree by at least year because of the way they've just rejiggered the master course schedule. So it's that, or I drop the class I'm mostly caught up in and scramble at the one I already owe several assignments in, because there's no way I can do both and not, you know, die or get fired.
Oh, blargh. Those are the worst kinds of decisions.
Here, have some chocolate shoes.
Both of those videos are MADE OF WIN.
::hugs amych tight::
Oh, amych. Decision~ma and school~ma.
I love love love love love Pachelbel's bedtime. The other one is good to, but that one makes me all... paternal. And the ending is beautiful.