stuff 'n' things
*This Bristol conference is driving me maaaaaaad. I'm emailing with my advisor about it, and she's all, "why are you being so crazy about this?" and I have no response to that, except that I'm, well, nuts. Woe.
*Because here's the thing about talent that's always puzzled me. If you're never allowed in front of people to show what you can do, then how do you ever know if you have it?
*Not that this makes sense, because theoretically, they'd see the germs of "talent" and let you go up there. But what if they miss it? Or what if they don't, and you just have to reconcile yourself to the fact that you suck?
*MY PLANS TO CRUSH THE WORLD UNDER MY BOOTHEEL -- ALL SHALL LOOK UPON ME AND DESPAIR -- ARE NOT GOING WELL.
*I have a million folklore exams to grade.
*It is raining.
*Kill me now?
*Because here's the thing about talent that's always puzzled me. If you're never allowed in front of people to show what you can do, then how do you ever know if you have it?
*Not that this makes sense, because theoretically, they'd see the germs of "talent" and let you go up there. But what if they miss it? Or what if they don't, and you just have to reconcile yourself to the fact that you suck?
*MY PLANS TO CRUSH THE WORLD UNDER MY BOOTHEEL -- ALL SHALL LOOK UPON ME AND DESPAIR -- ARE NOT GOING WELL.
*I have a million folklore exams to grade.
*It is raining.
*Kill me now?