I have the mix madness.
Worked on the thesis today--I still don't have any feedback on my draft, other than the lit review, which I've already revised--but I worked in a bunch of stuff from last week's ethnographic interviews, and did some basic editing. I finally packed it in with about 10-15 pages left, the draft having grown to 103 pages, because I wasn't really focusing on it anymore. I have a meeting with D. tomorrow; hopefully he'll have more feedback for me.
Greg took me to Wal-Mart, where I got everything on my list and a few other food items--granola bars and juice--and resisted most temptations (underwear, make-up, bath accoutrements) only to toss a blue, green, and white-striped button-down shirt into the cart at the last moment. Oh, well. I have several tank tops that I can wear under it and it's a little classier than most of my wardrobe. Which, given that I found it in the women's department at Wal-Mart, probably says something about my wardrobe, but nothing surprising.
I had to get ANOTHER storage tub because the two I got at Target last week did not suffice for all my winter stuff that needs to be packed up--of course, it's sweater weather again now, but I take it on faith that eventually temperatures will go up and STAY up.
I also got steak knives, so now I won't have to cut up my porkchops with giant scary kitchen knives, and various and sundry mix-making items (CDRs, jewel cases, matte photo paper) because I have the mix madness. I think it basically constitutes a hobby--I spend a fair amount of time on it, I purchase special materials, I frequent websites dedicated to the practice... At least it's cheaper than model trains. I'm working on a mix for bleaknimue's WoD game RIGHT NOW.
Our cashier at Wal-Mart was obsessed with celebrities. Greg said something about Ben Affleck being engaged to Jennifer Garner now, and I said something about how he never appears to have chemistry with ANYONE in tabloid photos, and she started gushing about how she wished he'd have chemistry with HER. Then I said something about Angelina and Brad and I swear she went off on a diatribe about the media's vile filthy lies concerning their relationship. On which I really have no opinion; I was just trying to close the topic of Ben Affleck, who I hate, although Greg and I agreed in the car that if you were in stable relationship with Jennifer Aniston, you'd be a fool to abandon it for god knows WHAT with batshit crazy Angelina Jolie.
My scones are, as I predicted, delicious with spiced pear jam.
Greg took me to Wal-Mart, where I got everything on my list and a few other food items--granola bars and juice--and resisted most temptations (underwear, make-up, bath accoutrements) only to toss a blue, green, and white-striped button-down shirt into the cart at the last moment. Oh, well. I have several tank tops that I can wear under it and it's a little classier than most of my wardrobe. Which, given that I found it in the women's department at Wal-Mart, probably says something about my wardrobe, but nothing surprising.
I had to get ANOTHER storage tub because the two I got at Target last week did not suffice for all my winter stuff that needs to be packed up--of course, it's sweater weather again now, but I take it on faith that eventually temperatures will go up and STAY up.
I also got steak knives, so now I won't have to cut up my porkchops with giant scary kitchen knives, and various and sundry mix-making items (CDRs, jewel cases, matte photo paper) because I have the mix madness. I think it basically constitutes a hobby--I spend a fair amount of time on it, I purchase special materials, I frequent websites dedicated to the practice... At least it's cheaper than model trains. I'm working on a mix for bleaknimue's WoD game RIGHT NOW.
Our cashier at Wal-Mart was obsessed with celebrities. Greg said something about Ben Affleck being engaged to Jennifer Garner now, and I said something about how he never appears to have chemistry with ANYONE in tabloid photos, and she started gushing about how she wished he'd have chemistry with HER. Then I said something about Angelina and Brad and I swear she went off on a diatribe about the media's vile filthy lies concerning their relationship. On which I really have no opinion; I was just trying to close the topic of Ben Affleck, who I hate, although Greg and I agreed in the car that if you were in stable relationship with Jennifer Aniston, you'd be a fool to abandon it for god knows WHAT with batshit crazy Angelina Jolie.
My scones are, as I predicted, delicious with spiced pear jam.