Hey, I warned you that it might be rough. I wrote, I finished, I dumped it off to you. Because, seriously, I really didn't want to deal with it anymore. That thing was a beast. A beast I tells ya!
You're adorable. Or is that adorkable? Or maybe just a dork?
It's fine. I'm just whinging. Cause I do nothing else.
And now, I'm going back to it. Cause the run-on sentences aren't going to detangle themselves.
Other than the run-ons, it's absolutely fabulous. And I'm frequently laughing and nodding and writing "so in character." So, all is not lost. Or bad. Quite the opposite, actually. Except for those blasted run-on sentences.
Fear not, though. I haven't yet felt the urge to write "dude, you're not Proust; quit with the lengthy sentences."
And I don't know what 11C other than it's 11C. I can't deal with imperial measures, particularly for temps. And the only other way to know involves math and we all know that math is evil. Eeeeeeeevvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So says the engineer. Math makes my head ache. Unless it's algebra, cause that's fun. (It involves the alphabet, making it entirely doable.)
Also, imperial measures are so beyond passé. Why would anybody still need to know them? Unless you're American. In which case, I'd like to introduce you to something called progress. Also, the 21st century. :p
Hmm. I'm not sure if run-on sentences bother me more or having someone erroneously suggest that I've written a run-on sentence when really all I've done is write a tremendously long and incredibly complex sentence. Ya know?
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It's fine. I'm just whinging. Cause I do nothing else.
And now, I'm going back to it. Cause the run-on sentences aren't going to detangle themselves.
Other than the run-ons, it's absolutely fabulous. And I'm frequently laughing and nodding and writing "so in character." So, all is not lost. Or bad. Quite the opposite, actually. Except for those blasted run-on sentences.
Fear not, though. I haven't yet felt the urge to write "dude, you're not Proust; quit with the lengthy sentences."
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:P
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And I don't know what 11C other than it's 11C. I can't deal with imperial measures, particularly for temps. And the only other way to know involves math and we all know that math is evil. Eeeeeeeevvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Also, imperial measures are so beyond passé. Why would anybody still need to know them? Unless you're American. In which case, I'd like to introduce you to something called progress. Also, the 21st century. :p
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And alas, while Proustianesque sentences are totally fine in academia, they're less fine elsewhere.
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