Drew has now arrived back at LAX and is driving home, 18 hours after he left this morning.

He's catching a flight first thing tomorrow morning to Orlando. In theory.

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I can't tell you the number of times I've been chatting with a woman, getting along great, decide it's time to ask her out, and the response is "Oh! Sorry, I'm a lesbian."

More times than not, this has happened to me.

Drew, I hope you get some rest. Good luck tomorrow!

I should be in bed. Tomorrow starts the testing of the new sound system in the new theater. Should be interesting.

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A palindromic sketch.

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That's pretty good. Reminds me of the backwards episode of Red Dwarf.

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Jesus-- better travel ~ma for Drew this morning.

Poor Abby had a rough night last night-- something upset her stomach and she got good and sick. Not enough coffee to make up for cleaning a bathroom at 2:00 AM.

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Yorkshire Tea! For Yorkshire water!!!

Where it is at its best. Never tastes quite so good in London.

NoiseDesign, that flight screw-up sounds utterly horrendous. I hope you get somewhere, and at least get some rest before work.

Barb, I hope Abby feels better soon - that's nasty.

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ND, I can not fucking believe your travel. I hope you're home with a nice drink to comfort by now.

mearing.

{{sj}}, {{Seska}} (just let me your Girl's family know about your future plans for kids. Israelis loves hearing about the future kids. And what everyone else said, too). And previous {{Raq}}} with congratulations!

Ryan is so handsome, bt.

I'm still afraid of being outside in the dark.

Vashta-Narada!

And do I have the guts to ask if she's single, or would like to go on a date?

I see you already talked with her, which is a wonderful thing. But when in doubt, look at omnis' tagline. Really. You can imagine me pointing at you with an M-16, if that would make you move your ass in a girl's direction.

I really understand you. But I also think that in that way, all you do is telling yourself excuses not to get involved. And you wanna. So how about next time, you'll skip the part of the Deep Conversation With Oneself to talk you out of it, and just go ahead, and talk?

Yeah, the women who don't set off alarm bells are usually busy shacking up with someone else.

Umm. Should I be alarmed regarding what that might say about me?

He's not going to tempt me to catch the gay, but, I will say, yup, much cuter (most of which is his accent, I think).

Good. Because, you know, he's in our foursome. I don't want you to hate anyone in my foursome. I just want everybody to get along. Real nice.

Edited with Barb and Abby~ma. Feel better, the both of you.

InmeNews. First. I can haz new cousin!

And second. I'm very, very academically disappointed. Warning: from here on, I'm only ranting.

Let's start by mentioning that I could get more studying done by not sitting in class, but in the library. That I have one or two wonderful professors who understand me and driving me forward, full speed ahead, never mind the requirements of freshmen: they get that I can already write synthesis good enough not to hand anything done that's an academic exercise of "connect the dots".

I got a grade I should have not gotten in the first place, because I thought I can write a good synthesis between my thoughts and the lecturer's questions. I was wrong. Sitting with a friend with a slightly better grade, I understood that when I basically puked the material just as he wanted it, without any thought, I got 5/5. When I made a synthesis, he probably assumed that I "smeared" stuff I didn't know. And he's a great lecturer, and I don't think I'm a bad student. I'm just so sorry for the both of us about my final grade in his class.

I didn't fail it or anything, it's still above 75. It's just not good enough for me. And now I'm almost 5 point behind the grade I need to get accepted into the HUJI School of History.

It's just kindda breaks my heart, that I need to use a double, triple and God-knows-what standard when writing papers in the same discipline. Hell, one of the lecturers who gets me thinks that if my final paper will follow the rest of the stuff I handed in so far with his guidance, it might be an article for conference about the theme of it (the aesthetics (the philosophy, not the art) of photography, historically speaking). When I explained this article to my class today, as a part of a "show and tell" thing, I had to take 2 minutes to explain the change that Quantum Theory made to all.

And now, I need to do Statistics. And to settle that disappointment within, because I know it's a form of self pity, and I wish I wouldn't drag myself into it. It's just how I feel about it. I just want to study. Really study. Hard. I don't care about the grades, but I want academy to blow my mind and get me that sense of wonder I know education can grant. Sigh.

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Good. Because, you know, he's in our foursome. I don't want you to hate anyone in my foursome. I just want everybody to get along. Real nice.

Ha! That's right. I forgot. I knew it was one of them, but couldn't recall which.

As for the grade, can you chat up the Professor? Save the "5 points to get into HUJI" for last, but rather approach from a scholarly point of view. Talk with him/her about the research, and why you approached the topic as you did. If s/he is in agreement, if you sway them, then say "well, I really need a better grade to get into HUJI, is there a chance to elevate that grade". Just a thought. I'm sure those that work in academia can give better advice. It's not uncommon for students to ask for higher grades (as we've heard in here), but maybe taking the scholarly approach first, rather than the begging approach, might help you stand out as more worthy.

Umm. Should I be alarmed regarding what that might say about me?

Not to speak directly for Sean, but... you kinda live half way across the planet. I'm just saying.

OK, I should start dealing with extra early morning traffic. This sound guy is not used to alarms going off at 6:30am. Hope my legs don't tire out too fast today, it's going to be a long one.

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I think dating is like looking for a job - they say never miss a networking opportunity!

This is the point where I hang onto both DH and my job for dear life, because the prospect of replacing either fills me with squeamish dread. (Not that losing DH wouldn't be bad just on its face, but I do not think the amount with which I loathe networking can possibly be overstated. Reason # 527 why 98% of my friends are you wonderful people in the shiny box.)

Drew, holy fuck man. Have you considered hitchhiking as an alternate and more reliable means of transportation?

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Shir, I'm sorry it is so tough to tell when a professor does not want you to do your own thinking. And I'm sorry that there are professors out there who are like that - especially since if you call them on it, they will deny, deny, deny.

But yay, new baby in the family!

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