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I like the massive amounts of Obama love in my last post, awesome.
I have a literature review to write, which if none of you were previously aware is a pain in the ass. I take some dozen research articles (15-25 pages each), read them (ahem...skim), and then talk about how awesome they are or how much they suck in MY research paper so that it looks like I know what the hell I'm talking about. Yay.
And it's not like it's really that bad. I could kick it out in an hour. But I just don't want to. It is lame and annoying and, therefore, I want it to go away. Diediedie.
The boys (I say boys because Alan doesn't count) are playing Rock Band downstairs. It was just Matt and Rod, but it sounds like Cameron must of come home because someone is singing in an octave which is painfully 2 higher than the uppermost reaches of their natural range (sorry Ardith, but it's true). So a mostly squeally slightly manly voice is traveling through the vents to my room along with the incessant beating of fake drums (thanks Matt). And I'm supposed to do homework through all this?!? Bah.
I need to get this done so that I can go see Obama tomorrow worry-free. I'm trying to convince my mom to go. Might actually happen which is (for those of you who know my mom) astonishing.
Death to paper, I want to read my shinny non-academic book. FIE.
I have a literature review to write, which if none of you were previously aware is a pain in the ass. I take some dozen research articles (15-25 pages each), read them (ahem...skim), and then talk about how awesome they are or how much they suck in MY research paper so that it looks like I know what the hell I'm talking about. Yay.
And it's not like it's really that bad. I could kick it out in an hour. But I just don't want to. It is lame and annoying and, therefore, I want it to go away. Diediedie.
The boys (I say boys because Alan doesn't count) are playing Rock Band downstairs. It was just Matt and Rod, but it sounds like Cameron must of come home because someone is singing in an octave which is painfully 2 higher than the uppermost reaches of their natural range (sorry Ardith, but it's true). So a mostly squeally slightly manly voice is traveling through the vents to my room along with the incessant beating of fake drums (thanks Matt). And I'm supposed to do homework through all this?!? Bah.
I need to get this done so that I can go see Obama tomorrow worry-free. I'm trying to convince my mom to go. Might actually happen which is (for those of you who know my mom) astonishing.
Death to paper, I want to read my shinny non-academic book. FIE.