"One night the clock struck twelve..."
So it's like 10:00pm. I've done NO work on my essay except for a few minor edits and changes. My essay is now SHORTER than it was before. 722 words. Holy crap. What am I going to do?
Sorry. I had to take a bit of a break and do two things: a) work on a few things in the essay b) flip out about the essay on AIM:
cicatriseur: Jesus porkbasting christ, what are the fucking broader social fucking implications of the role of fucking Eckleburg!~1111111111111gh 7
li versus world: Hahahahahahhaahahah you said porkbasting
cicatriseur: I'm glad yiy fonfdea
cicatriseur: er
cicatriseur: I'm glad you find my woe amusing.
So I had a consultation with Stephanie today and I completely understood what she was talking about during the consultation and for like four hours afterwards but now that I sit down and try to understand the chickenstratches that constitute my notes, I'm absolutely baffled. For example:
"does doing well detract from spiritual"
"role that the billboard plays reference explicitly to ad."
"broader social implications"
"Gatsby the ad. Gatsby son of God. dust -> people who come to his parties // worship -> debauched party lip service no one comes to his funeral."
MAYBE the Fucked Over Coefficient (FOC) would be a tad lower if I were to have page numbers for all of this shit. Meantime, my parents want me in bed before midnight o'clock and yea. Holy crap.
I had some other shit that I was going to mention, but I don't remember anymore.
Oh right, one more thing. So during the consultation I talked to her about whether or not one section seemed tangental. So she took the paper and read through it and said that it was very insightful and not at all tangental and that I just need to make the connection to the next section a TAD more explicity. So, guys, how much do you want to bet she'll take off for it being fucking tangental? HOW MUCH!??!?!??!>?!./11sgsdvgrnvfnklhj,kl;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Sorry. Head fell onto keyboard. Er, not fell. I don't remember the word right now. You know what I mean.
Sorry. I had to take a bit of a break and do two things: a) work on a few things in the essay b) flip out about the essay on AIM:
cicatriseur: Jesus porkbasting christ, what are the fucking broader social fucking implications of the role of fucking Eckleburg!~1111111111111gh 7
li versus world: Hahahahahahhaahahah you said porkbasting
cicatriseur: I'm glad yiy fonfdea
cicatriseur: er
cicatriseur: I'm glad you find my woe amusing.
So I had a consultation with Stephanie today and I completely understood what she was talking about during the consultation and for like four hours afterwards but now that I sit down and try to understand the chickenstratches that constitute my notes, I'm absolutely baffled. For example:
"does doing well detract from spiritual"
"role that the billboard plays reference explicitly to ad."
"broader social implications"
"Gatsby the ad. Gatsby son of God. dust -> people who come to his parties // worship -> debauched party lip service no one comes to his funeral."
MAYBE the Fucked Over Coefficient (FOC) would be a tad lower if I were to have page numbers for all of this shit. Meantime, my parents want me in bed before midnight o'clock and yea. Holy crap.
I had some other shit that I was going to mention, but I don't remember anymore.
Oh right, one more thing. So during the consultation I talked to her about whether or not one section seemed tangental. So she took the paper and read through it and said that it was very insightful and not at all tangental and that I just need to make the connection to the next section a TAD more explicity. So, guys, how much do you want to bet she'll take off for it being fucking tangental? HOW MUCH!??!?!??!>?!./11sgsdvgrnvfnklhj,kl;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Sorry. Head fell onto keyboard. Er, not fell. I don't remember the word right now. You know what I mean.