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This started off as a GIP! *points*

(And seriously. The youngest three totally share Pete and have entirely too much fun with him. I refuse to be talked out of this theory.)


And then other stuff happened, so it isn't anymore.

I talked to my advisor! Who told me to go talk to Professor Dempsey. Which I did! And he was actually sort of unhelpful, although it wasn't his fault. But, um, thing, I think I'm going to do my sufficiency in something else entirely so I don't have to a) take the creative writing course that's screwing me over or b) write something and get, like. Graded on it.

(This would also have the added bonus of not having to go back and edit my ten thousand words of last year's NaNo into something self-contained and not hideously self-referential. And that's a pretty damn big bonus.)

So I'm trying to figure out how to word my email and refine my new idea for a sufficiency into something more than "um. something to do with satire, yeah, that'd be cool."


Also, my thumb actually hurts now, why do I lose at life so bad. *scowls at self*

(no subject)

This started off as a GIP! *points*

(And seriously. The youngest three totally share Pete and have entirely too much fun with him. I refuse to be talked out of this theory.)


And then other stuff happened, so it isn't anymore.

I talked to my advisor! Who told me to go talk to Professor Dempsey. Which I did! And he was actually sort of unhelpful, although it wasn't his fault. But, um, thing, I think I'm going to do my sufficiency in something else entirely so I don't have to a) take the creative writing course that's screwing me over or b) write something and get, like. Graded on it.

(This would also have the added bonus of not having to go back and edit my ten thousand words of last year's NaNo into something self-contained and not hideously self-referential. And that's a pretty damn big bonus.)

So I'm trying to figure out how to word my email and refine my new idea for a sufficiency into something more than "um. something to do with satire, yeah, that'd be cool."


Also, my thumb actually hurts now, why do I lose at life so bad. *scowls at self*

check into the hotel bella muerte

Hi, I have calc and a chem lecture quiz and a prelab to do, as well as having to go back and make sure -- make damn sure -- that if my suff advisor says what I'm doing is okay I won't have any time conflicts at all.

Obviously, this means MEME. Stolen from quettaser: Ask me five questions! Any five questions and I'll do my best to answer them. Be as crazy as you want.


(Also I still haven't put the damn bandaids on. What, self, seriously, what.)

check into the hotel bella muerte

Hi, I have calc and a chem lecture quiz and a prelab to do, as well as having to go back and make sure -- make damn sure -- that if my suff advisor says what I'm doing is okay I won't have any time conflicts at all.

Obviously, this means MEME. Stolen from quettaser: Ask me five questions! Any five questions and I'll do my best to answer them. Be as crazy as you want.


(Also I still haven't put the damn bandaids on. What, self, seriously, what.)