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.