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?

Cilantro would be a fun topic, mostly because it would leave everyone not a Buffista completely flabbergasted.

Raisins should be banned out of ice creams. Ewww.

Fay, you did inspire me. Heh.

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OMFG.

I give up. How the living hell is a person supposed to do Paul Gross Arms without the backslash being eaten by monsters?

is baffled

is also very aware of the irony of repeatedly failing to make a victory sign successfully

sighs

You need to put in four backslashes \\o/