I am 1)So out of practice in writing papers 2)booooooored with this paper already, and I'm only 1/4 done with my page count. Yes, even though I got to choose the topic. I am doing my reference page as I go, though, so I don't have to weave in ends when I'm done.
ION, apparently, I am in the mood for the popular music of 5-10 years ago. Which, I suppose, makes sense, as that was when I was last in school in a serious way.
IOON, I can haz commas! I am trying to keep them to a minimum, though. Replacing them with parentheses or dashes does not count (usually).
(I have to have this written in 22 hours. I can do this. I just really don't want to.)
Were I of a more visually artistic bent, I would totally be creating a St. Woot icon right now.
Good luck with your paper writing, Debet! Good to see your pixels.
I continue to be rather delighted with my St. Woot. So far he is funny, respectful, adorable, and took care of my drunk friends with alacrity and without annoyance (we, uh, had to drive the boys and their bikes home in the back of his truck). It was a good show. He says he'll call me. He damn well better.
I am becoming more and more exuberant about the patron saint of exuberance, the more you tell us about him, smonster. I hope to continue hearing more good things about him, up to and including carrot preferences.
What WindSparrow said - or Yay! (What DebetEsse said.)
Did I forget to mention that I GOT SOME FUNDING for my PhD? I should remedy that. I heard yesterday that an organization has given me enough money to cover research costs. I'm SO excited - especially because I may be able to pay my research participants, and I'll definitely be able to make it more accessible for them to take part in the research. Truly, St. Woot has blessed me.
Woot, Seska! I know that research funding can be a pain.
(we, uh, had to drive the boys and their bikes home in the back of his truck)
??????? Which boys? INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.
Cereal: wait let me guess: D and T?
Nora - actually, I was in the back with new neighbor C, who kept nodding in and out of consciousness. T was in the cab with St. Woot. I had to literally (for real) DRAG T away from the bar, where he was trying to get a beer for the road. He ended up swiping someone else's (IDEK), which he tried to take out in a bottle, and then promptly spilled outside.
In conclusion, shenanigans.
