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You know, Neal Stephenson may be a dull writer, but at least he's got a good sense of humour in real life.
It would be interesting to figure out why I dreamt of going on the MIB ride at Universal studios, and that the process for getting on the single rider line was so complex it was more like we were actually being recruited to fight aliens, which is probably what my mind intended. *sideways glance at subconcious*
I have a lot to do today. I need to work on my essay and dissertation, but also finish my costume which is only half way done. I had to alter the damn thing slightly which pisses me off, but I don't have enough fabric or time to fix it. I think I'm just annoyed that the pattern didn't point out that it simply doesn't work if you have breasts. I thought that wouldn't make a difference if I used my largest and widest sweater and exagerated from there, but it still has. The funny thing being I doubt too many people will notice, but I will.
I finished The Scarlet Pimpernel last night, and now I'm asking myself why I'm so tolerant of some Gary Stus, and not of others? Must also remember to write a rant about Gary Stu supporting characters at some point.
I had to write a list in Japanese about my daily schedule, which I mostly made up since other than eating around generally the same time each day and waking up and going to sleep, I have a highly flexible schedule. The good news is that we have a new teacher who is much more subdued than the old one and just what I need to learn. The other woman was intimidating me and causing me to speak less since I was afraid of making mistakes.
Headache is still here of course.
My absentee ballot still hasn't arrived. The chances of my vote being disqualified go up every day, and I curse a system that can sometimes get me my mail from the states in four days, while taking a month (in the case of my blackbelt) at other times.
It would be interesting to figure out why I dreamt of going on the MIB ride at Universal studios, and that the process for getting on the single rider line was so complex it was more like we were actually being recruited to fight aliens, which is probably what my mind intended. *sideways glance at subconcious*
I have a lot to do today. I need to work on my essay and dissertation, but also finish my costume which is only half way done. I had to alter the damn thing slightly which pisses me off, but I don't have enough fabric or time to fix it. I think I'm just annoyed that the pattern didn't point out that it simply doesn't work if you have breasts. I thought that wouldn't make a difference if I used my largest and widest sweater and exagerated from there, but it still has. The funny thing being I doubt too many people will notice, but I will.
I finished The Scarlet Pimpernel last night, and now I'm asking myself why I'm so tolerant of some Gary Stus, and not of others? Must also remember to write a rant about Gary Stu supporting characters at some point.
I had to write a list in Japanese about my daily schedule, which I mostly made up since other than eating around generally the same time each day and waking up and going to sleep, I have a highly flexible schedule. The good news is that we have a new teacher who is much more subdued than the old one and just what I need to learn. The other woman was intimidating me and causing me to speak less since I was afraid of making mistakes.
Headache is still here of course.
My absentee ballot still hasn't arrived. The chances of my vote being disqualified go up every day, and I curse a system that can sometimes get me my mail from the states in four days, while taking a month (in the case of my blackbelt) at other times.
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