bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land!
After much, much practical & existential stress yesterday, I finally finished my job application for the one I really want. Now, thank god, I can get back to the things that really matter in life -- recapping and fanfic, yis.
They required my GPA to be broken down year-by-year, which was kind of an entertaining exercise for me. I went through this whole gruesome depression thing in 1996 where I was only occasionally getting out of bed at all, let alone going to class, so my grades for three years of college go: 3.84, 3.3, 1.78 -- then there was kind of an abortive attempt at a fourth year, when I took three classes and failed them all. Obviously I remember all of this, but it's still totally weird to see it all typed out. How often do you get actual numerical values assigned to just how fucked up you were when you were twenty?
Things I Have to Get Done This Weekend:
1. two poems for my creative writing class
2. a paper on Yeats for 20th c. British Poetry
3. laundry
4. Grove meeting in Atlanta tomorrow
Things I Really Should Get Done This Weekend:
1. clean something. Almost anything would be an improvement.
2. accomplish something on my Midsummer Night's Dream paper
3. grocery shopping
Things I Want to Get Done This Weekend:
1. Coup d'Etat commentary
2. last week's Long Goodbye commentary
3. Olympics-based ficlet that I plotted while working at the Taste of Torino special event at work
4. finish those s1 Veronica Mars DVDs
Things I Am Also Trying to Juggle, Although They Will In No Way Be Finished in Two Days:
1. my We Invented the Remix assignment
2. fucked-up disaster story wherein I destroy the better part of the Pegasus Galaxy
3. psychotically long multiple-pairing Teyla-centric gen story
They required my GPA to be broken down year-by-year, which was kind of an entertaining exercise for me. I went through this whole gruesome depression thing in 1996 where I was only occasionally getting out of bed at all, let alone going to class, so my grades for three years of college go: 3.84, 3.3, 1.78 -- then there was kind of an abortive attempt at a fourth year, when I took three classes and failed them all. Obviously I remember all of this, but it's still totally weird to see it all typed out. How often do you get actual numerical values assigned to just how fucked up you were when you were twenty?
Things I Have to Get Done This Weekend:
1. two poems for my creative writing class
2. a paper on Yeats for 20th c. British Poetry
3. laundry
4. Grove meeting in Atlanta tomorrow
Things I Really Should Get Done This Weekend:
1. clean something. Almost anything would be an improvement.
2. accomplish something on my Midsummer Night's Dream paper
3. grocery shopping
Things I Want to Get Done This Weekend:
1. Coup d'Etat commentary
2. last week's Long Goodbye commentary
3. Olympics-based ficlet that I plotted while working at the Taste of Torino special event at work
4. finish those s1 Veronica Mars DVDs
Things I Am Also Trying to Juggle, Although They Will In No Way Be Finished in Two Days:
1. my We Invented the Remix assignment
2. fucked-up disaster story wherein I destroy the better part of the Pegasus Galaxy
3. psychotically long multiple-pairing Teyla-centric gen story