Meg, you should be reading for class, not blogging...!
I started an entry this morning but Demonkitty walked all over my keyboard and deleted it, resetting most of my trackpad settings in the process (how does that even happen?!). I gave up trying to resurrect it after half an hour. By that time I'd managed to get text to stop randomly highlighting and deleting, but I couldn't get the undo or redo functions, or reloading, to bring up any results.
Speaking of Demonkitty, guess who's been in and out of my room all day. Like it's a calling to make me get up every fifteen minutes to open the door. Cats, honestly. They're all the same. They're all insane. Demonkitty wants me to be doorman, designated petter, chew toy, and provider of cuddles. It's been enough to drive a girl crazy. Too bad the cat is already Lord and Master of my "free" will.
Aaaaaand since I've brought up the concept of Lord and Master, trivialaffair deserves a poke or thirty. Because when she says "jump" I'm starting to look for a flaming hoop. *glower* I still think I deserve a scout badge for ninja-ing in for first comment, even if I get first dibs anyway.
But! I have a real life! Honestly, I do.
We've started a thesis support group. We're supposed to all have a chapter or so written on our respective thesis topics by Thanksgiving. I...I could cry. But this is good. I need deadlines, or I'll just never do anything. Even if seeing that date looming over my head is making me want to pull out my hair. At least there's the shared knowledge that most of us have absolutely no idea what we're doing. It's helpful. And I've gotten some ideas on how to tackle things. But now I have to double up on my research on the forum and try to decide what aspect of my term paper from last semester I want to rip up and dig into first. Because that's fun.
I've wasted some time this weekend reading Stacia Kane's "Personal Demons." You know, I don't think the book is supposed to make me laugh at the times I have, but...when your main character throws up after a fight and then the next section begins with her "dropping chunks" of meat into a frying pan...! If I read a fanfic that talked about the "already buzzing space between her legs," I'd smack my forehead against the desk and hit the back button on my browser, but I paid for this and I'm loving it. How bizarre is that?
Speaking of Demonkitty, guess who's been in and out of my room all day. Like it's a calling to make me get up every fifteen minutes to open the door. Cats, honestly. They're all the same. They're all insane. Demonkitty wants me to be doorman, designated petter, chew toy, and provider of cuddles. It's been enough to drive a girl crazy. Too bad the cat is already Lord and Master of my "free" will.
Aaaaaand since I've brought up the concept of Lord and Master, trivialaffair deserves a poke or thirty. Because when she says "jump" I'm starting to look for a flaming hoop. *glower* I still think I deserve a scout badge for ninja-ing in for first comment, even if I get first dibs anyway.
But! I have a real life! Honestly, I do.
We've started a thesis support group. We're supposed to all have a chapter or so written on our respective thesis topics by Thanksgiving. I...I could cry. But this is good. I need deadlines, or I'll just never do anything. Even if seeing that date looming over my head is making me want to pull out my hair. At least there's the shared knowledge that most of us have absolutely no idea what we're doing. It's helpful. And I've gotten some ideas on how to tackle things. But now I have to double up on my research on the forum and try to decide what aspect of my term paper from last semester I want to rip up and dig into first. Because that's fun.
I've wasted some time this weekend reading Stacia Kane's "Personal Demons." You know, I don't think the book is supposed to make me laugh at the times I have, but...when your main character throws up after a fight and then the next section begins with her "dropping chunks" of meat into a frying pan...! If I read a fanfic that talked about the "already buzzing space between her legs," I'd smack my forehead against the desk and hit the back button on my browser, but I paid for this and I'm loving it. How bizarre is that?