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freakysparks and took a cab to work. I feel bad that I was an hour and a half late, but I'm so happy that I slept so long. My mom called in a panic this morning "Have you not been checking Spunky Coworker's machine?" "No, I don't have the access code." "oh." Turns out she'd been trying to get ahold of me. Oh mom. It looks like this project will be good to go on the Thursday morning deadline. I still have to do a bit of a write up both on it and the other project, but it seems to be set to go. It's a good thing, too, as I don't have the option of putting in extra hours M-Th because of class. I'm also not terribly worried about my upcoming tests, but I'm not looking forward to getting my midterm back. Maybe he'll offer me the opportunity to do make up work if it's under a C. That's his usual policy. We'll see. Hopefully it won't come to that ::crosses fingers:: My nic-fiending coworker just went outside to get a cigarette, and commented on her way out that she had held out for two and a half hours--far too long. Oh man. I'm off to head shrinking!
Vanessa and Riley, I'm thinking of you.
freakysparks and took a cab to work. I feel bad that I was an hour and a half late, but I'm so happy that I slept so long. My mom called in a panic this morning "Have you not been checking Spunky Coworker's machine?" "No, I don't have the access code." "oh." Turns out she'd been trying to get ahold of me. Oh mom. It looks like this project will be good to go on the Thursday morning deadline. I still have to do a bit of a write up both on it and the other project, but it seems to be set to go. It's a good thing, too, as I don't have the option of putting in extra hours M-Th because of class. I'm also not terribly worried about my upcoming tests, but I'm not looking forward to getting my midterm back. Maybe he'll offer me the opportunity to do make up work if it's under a C. That's his usual policy. We'll see. Hopefully it won't come to that ::crosses fingers:: My nic-fiending coworker just went outside to get a cigarette, and commented on her way out that she had held out for two and a half hours--far too long. Oh man. I'm off to head shrinking!Vanessa and Riley, I'm thinking of you.
I'm not sure if I'm smarter than I think, the test was easier, or if my professor just took pity on me, but I got an A on my history midterm! I'm not at all concerned about tomorrow's Econ quiz, I figure a 20 min review and then studying for history, and I'll be set. Other coolness:
my copy of Preacher 2 came today
Maya Angelou is coming to Chicago next week, and I'm ditching class to get my book signed
I'm going to buy me some more used graphic novels on Amazon
I'm feeling so much better about these projects and how much more work they need.
The end is in sight!
The end is in sight!
I am a person who has always loved to learn, at least about the things I want to learn about. I like to become an *expert* and get all sorts of books on the subject. When I was 8, it was sharks. For years I collected books and read everything I could get my hands on about sharks. In fifth grade I checked a book on a famous marine biologist out from the school library that I had checked out two years before, and my old bookmark was still in it. In sixth grade I did a report for my lame-o science class using mostly knowledge in my head, and tidbits collected out of my personal library.
In middle school, it was the holocaust. A rather morbid obsession, but I believe it was fueled by two factors: my crush on a boy who was obsessed (and jewish, the first in a long line), and my deep need to read really ghastly things. I purchased Maus I and II, and was introduced to graphic novels.
In fifth grade, I picked up my assistant teacher's copy of Watchmen by Alan Moore. I was fixated, but couldn't see myself asking my mom for comics (classic literature or nothing!), so I surreptitiously read it every day.
I then moved on to AIDS, I was a walking fact book. It quickly lead me to reading about gays (curiousity, intellectual curiosity. Really.), which lead to my current year or two long stint with gender theory.
My recent purchases of Preacher by Frank Miller, my own copy of Watchmen, and a strong desire to read V for Vendetta indicate to me that my fascination which began in fifth grade still exists. So dammit, I'm going to read everything Miller and Moore wrote. Just watch me.
In middle school, it was the holocaust. A rather morbid obsession, but I believe it was fueled by two factors: my crush on a boy who was obsessed (and jewish, the first in a long line), and my deep need to read really ghastly things. I purchased Maus I and II, and was introduced to graphic novels.
In fifth grade, I picked up my assistant teacher's copy of Watchmen by Alan Moore. I was fixated, but couldn't see myself asking my mom for comics (classic literature or nothing!), so I surreptitiously read it every day.
I then moved on to AIDS, I was a walking fact book. It quickly lead me to reading about gays (curiousity, intellectual curiosity. Really.), which lead to my current year or two long stint with gender theory.
My recent purchases of Preacher by Frank Miller, my own copy of Watchmen, and a strong desire to read V for Vendetta indicate to me that my fascination which began in fifth grade still exists. So dammit, I'm going to read everything Miller and Moore wrote. Just watch me.
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