Drew, I hope travel is much smoother and less stressful today.

Being single in LA is just seriously shitty. Nobody that I'm interested in is ever single. I hate dating in this town. The only reason it's less shitty than dating was in Ann Arbor is because I had already been rejected by every single woman in Ann Arbor. At least out here there are women who haven't had a chance to reject me.

Sean, are you coming to the F2F? I forget. 'Cause if you are, we are SO doing tequila shots, and bitching about singledom, and playing one-upmanship about the dearth of potential partners. (And I will win this game, because I am a shy, geeky white chick of excessively Rubensian build, in my thirties and living in Thailand. It's like a Royal Flush of Crapitude, when it comes to getting chatted up.)

And while I appreciate the love and support of my friends, I do not believe for a second that "it will happen," because the world just doesn't work like that.

Well, I wouldn't say that anything "will" happen because I'm not a fortune teller but I will say that you never know what will happen. Signed, Single for YEARS and, as of this weekend, living with someone I met through friends.

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.

Nah. I'm not begging/bargaining to get better grades (which I think, if I'll try, can get me into SoH too). It's not something I'll do. I learned the lesson. Will know better next time. C'est tout.

Sean, are you coming to the F2F? I forget. 'Cause if you are, we are SO doing tequila shots, and bitching about singledom, and playing one-upmanship about the dearth of potential partners. (And I will win this game, because I am a shy, geeky white chick of excessively Rubensian build, in my thirties and living in Thailand. It's like a Royal Flush of Crapitude, when it comes to getting chatted up.)

You're coming to F2F, Fay?

Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit.

That is to say, no. No I will not be at F2F. But we can share a shot virtually in the same time zone next weekend.

Now, who's responsible for that that I can't stop humming and whistling the Dixie anthem all day long?

I'm passing by some history professors here, you know. That might be dangerous. They might wanna start up a conversation, and all I know about it is "Oh, that was in Gone With the Wind". And The Afghan Whigs loves to sing it from time to time, too".

So, yeah.

Why did I read the comments? You warned me, and still I did!

ETA- the young newlyweds are adorable, however.

Bugger. Ah well - I'll drink a toast in your honour, mate. (Although I anticipate being the red-eyed Queen of the Zombie people for, well, probably the whole F2F, what with flying for practically a day to get there.)

Now I'm really bummed I'm not going to be at F2F, Fay. I really would have liked to share those shots with you. You know, in person.

Ah well - next time, eh?

(F2F in Bangkok! I'm telling you, it's the way forward, people!)

In honour of the Traditional Buffista Greeting, I have just been and got my hair cut. Go me!

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(Honestly, Sean, I was within a hair's breadth of resorting to a sad emoticon just then. Because it does suck.)