2,200 words into my literature review! Woot. I'm hoping I'll hit 3000 or so by tomorrow and be done. And then bring on the policy research and qualitative interviewing, baby.

Hey, wow, somebody else is up.

I'm doing some last-minute studying for my Poli Sci mid-term. (Yes, I studied before, this is just to make sure.) Da Punk has to stay home one more day, poor thing. Well, poor Aims...she's staying home with Da Punk whilst I go matriculate and shit.

I love saying that: Matriculate and shit. It's like saying something fantastical and throwing "and junk" on the end.

"Yeah, it was amazing...the Second Coming, you know? There it was, the lights, the angels, the trumpets...wow. Yeah. The arrival of the Messiah and junk."

I digress. And should study some more.

Yay Seska!

I'm now one class away from having a full schedule, and considering starting protest watch in front of the rooms of my class advisors.

If they want it so bad, they can talk to each other and fix me a rational schedule. It's impossible how every slight change in one of my classes is disaster and chaos in the other, and vice versa.

I predict a hell lot of pleading in my near future.

Good luck, MM!

Thanks, Shir! Good luck with your class schedule.

Your professors know you can use an M-16, right?

Wait...they probably can, too, can't they?

Firefight in the classroom! Profs barricaded behind their podiums, Shir infantry-crawling through the seats to a strategic position! Over the top, students! Take the blackboard! No guts, no audit!

Here's what's going on: since history department screwed up (the shock! The horror!), I need to get into another class.

Here are my best options (both, to my surprise, sounds like very interesting classes: one about Islamic beliefs, the other about Chinese tradition and philosophy): one, which fit perfectly into my schedule, is full. So I'll need to go into another's class secretariat and beg them to get me there. The problem: they don't owe me anything. At all. With the other, I'll have to switch to another sociology class. Problem: all that fit into my schedule are full. There, at least, I'll beg to the secretariat and advisor of class I'm actually listed to.

The beauty, I believe, is that none of the mess reflects back to the history department, which caused all of the mess to begin with. Unless I'll tell my history advisor to get me into the Islamic beliefs class by talking with the advisor of the Middle East studies class.

God, I'm gonna beg the fuck out next week.

Liese, if you hate the cut, call the shop back and ask them to fix it. They should do that free of charge. Seriously. They probably don't want to lose a customer so they should do that if you're not 100% satisfied.

Hair: Mine has always been stick straight, getting mildly wavy since I had the kids and as I get older. No real evidence of gray other than the random strand which is odd, since premature gray runs in my family.

I have to write a column today for one of my contributor blogs. Still trying to figure out what to write about.

Need more coffee.

And v.v. excited since our long-delayed Robin Williams concert is on SATURDAY!

Shir, that sounds like a massive screw-up. You say they don't owe you anything, but it sounds to me like they should be sorting this for you, even if that involves them talking with other departments. Or is that beyond the bounds of possibility? Anyway, best of luck with getting into the classes you want!

Study-and-test~ma, MM.

There is a Girl making me schnitzels. I am lucky.*

*Reading this to her has prompted much loud sarcasm. Apparently it was bad of me to be disappointed with schnitzels earlier. Also my bad: calling them 'goujons'. She keeps repeating the word with total disdain. Heh.

I have to write a column today for one of my contributor blogs. Still trying to figure out what to write about.

Lambda, and the difference between gay fiction and m/m fiction?

#PepsiFail?

The differences between Bella Swan and Harry Potter?

Writing what you know versus knowing what you write?

The serial comma?

Cilantro?