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Lord.
After about 780 drafts, my proposal is workable. Jeezo. My first attempt at a proposal (the one I submitted with my application almost two years ago) took a weekend. My actually proposal took about two months. Fucking fuck.
So, now I have approval to start writing an actual formal introduction. And a more detailed chapter breakdown. And I have to be done writing everything by January 15, the completely arbitrary date I decided on as a deadline. (Sadly, I chose this in part because it means a flight back to the UK will be cheaper.)
Aaaaah.
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I met Joe last Thursday, after much delay. He is a seriously nice and very funny guy, which I knew already, but in-person confirmation's a grand thing. We had lunch at what was possibly the most complicated pub ever. "If you're both eating, we have a special deal on where one of you will get your meal half-price. Oh, if you're both having fish & chips, you should get the SUPERCRAZYDEALOFTHECENTURY. Utensils and sauces are over there (waves vaguely away from himself in a non-specific direction). Which table? No, don't point, give me a number. I said don't point!!" Gaaaaah.
But yes, Nottingham is nice, despite that mad barmen. Was too broke to do the essential tourist shit, but it was just nice to be in a city centre that doesn't smell vaguely of vomit. And, maybe for the first time, I didn't have to think about which was the passenger side of a British car.
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On a completely disgusting note, I am totally addicted to two of the foulest reality shows possible, How Clean is Your House and You Are What You Eat. Last night's YAWYE was amazing. Just by looking in the cupboards, she knew the woman she was assessing had a yeast problem. She's a magician! Okay, maybe not. But it's compelling, if disgusting, viewing.
As for How Clean is Your House, Ana has the best breakdown of the most disgusting episode ever. The show is on tonight! Given that I haven't got a social life, I'm going to be glued to the screen.
After about 780 drafts, my proposal is workable. Jeezo. My first attempt at a proposal (the one I submitted with my application almost two years ago) took a weekend. My actually proposal took about two months. Fucking fuck.
So, now I have approval to start writing an actual formal introduction. And a more detailed chapter breakdown. And I have to be done writing everything by January 15, the completely arbitrary date I decided on as a deadline. (Sadly, I chose this in part because it means a flight back to the UK will be cheaper.)
Aaaaah.
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I met Joe last Thursday, after much delay. He is a seriously nice and very funny guy, which I knew already, but in-person confirmation's a grand thing. We had lunch at what was possibly the most complicated pub ever. "If you're both eating, we have a special deal on where one of you will get your meal half-price. Oh, if you're both having fish & chips, you should get the SUPERCRAZYDEALOFTHECENTURY. Utensils and sauces are over there (waves vaguely away from himself in a non-specific direction). Which table? No, don't point, give me a number. I said don't point!!" Gaaaaah.
But yes, Nottingham is nice, despite that mad barmen. Was too broke to do the essential tourist shit, but it was just nice to be in a city centre that doesn't smell vaguely of vomit. And, maybe for the first time, I didn't have to think about which was the passenger side of a British car.
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On a completely disgusting note, I am totally addicted to two of the foulest reality shows possible, How Clean is Your House and You Are What You Eat. Last night's YAWYE was amazing. Just by looking in the cupboards, she knew the woman she was assessing had a yeast problem. She's a magician! Okay, maybe not. But it's compelling, if disgusting, viewing.
As for How Clean is Your House, Ana has the best breakdown of the most disgusting episode ever. The show is on tonight! Given that I haven't got a social life, I'm going to be glued to the screen.