THERE. ARE. FOUR! LIGHTS!
Oh hell yeah! Love me some Picard and love me some TNG!
Also, {{{Nora}}}. Wishing you a great outcome, lady!
'Shindig'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
THERE. ARE. FOUR! LIGHTS!
Oh hell yeah! Love me some Picard and love me some TNG!
Also, {{{Nora}}}. Wishing you a great outcome, lady!
My tummy hurts.
t /5 years old
Only if you're saying it so that you don't have to go to bed.
Burrell, given I have nothing to do during the day once I've done the job apps, I mightn't last until the weekend. But now I'm tempted to wait.
I had an odd day today. Another grad student had been awake all night finishing up a take-home final, and she was kind of in that stage of sleeplessness where you just sort of keep rambling about anything. And this time, her rambling was about how men in Egypt (where she's from) are different than American men, and European men, and are the most romantic and the most manly men in the world. Oh, and "manly" means "hits women." She says she wouldn't be able to respect a man who didn't hit her, because she wouldn't think he was a real man.
My office can be disturbing at times.
Oh, and I tried earplugs while studying, and they work really well. Plus, side effect of my officemate not trying to talk to me while I'm working. (I get distracted very easily. He knows this. He has commented on this. He has interrupted me while I was working to ask, "You get distracted really easily, don't you?" And yet, he'll try to start a conversation while I'm working. I'll say, "I'm working," and not look up. Five minutes later, he's talking to me again.)
Hil, maybe institute designated chat times. With a timer. Maybe one you can acclerate when he's being particularly assinine.
ImeN, just saw ad for new Prius! Want! Solar cooling system to keep interior cool while parked! Starts @ $22k. Only twice what I've ever paid for a car before.
Am so looking forward to the Star Trek movie, even without reading spoilers (and knowing I won't see it til after I've moved house, bah). Who'd have thought my first love in fandom would still be doing cool things? So very good.
ImeN, just saw ad for new Prius! Want! Solar cooling system to keep interior cool while parked! Starts @ $22k. Only twice what I've ever paid for a car before.
Oh, I would so love a Prius. I'd never be able to park the frakking thing - it's twice the size of my current car - but, *nice*. In two years the UK government starts subsidising electric and hybrid cars. That's when we think more seriously about it!
I am really very almost there with my essay. Which is good, because it's due Monday, and the next one's due two weeks after and I haven't done the reading yet. And I need to start dissertation research. Fun times.
The car I really want is a Mini Cooper. It's the only car I've ever actually felt comfortable driving -- I'm 4'10", and most cars just feel too big, and I've got to stretch to reach everything. Generally, of reaching the pedals, seeing over the hood, and being a safe distance back from the airbag, I can pick any two, but not all three, and it's usually the airbag that loses. In the Mini Cooper, I could comfortably push the seat back and still see and reach everything.
I get distracted very easily. He knows this. He has commented on this. He has interrupted me while I was working to ask, "You get distracted really easily, don't you?" And yet, he'll try to start a conversation while I'm working. I'll say, "I'm working," and not look up. Five minutes later, he's talking to me again.
What an asshole. I kept Kinder egg surprise toys in my old office to throw randomly at annoying coworkers. Worked great.
IoMn, I did a bunch of stupid things in the past 24 hours. Nothing too big, but "making best friend cry" is pretty much of a record. But for the love of God, when I'm telling someone who knows me that yes, they can spend the/some night(s) over, and then warning I'm in a real sociopathetic mood and don't wanna talk about it or have any other connection to another human being for that night, that means I don't wanna talk about it. Yes, really. So taking it to extreme level of me not wanting her to have a roof over her head for that night while bursting in tears after telling her I'm not in the mood for human interactions and drifting me to a night of having to talk and explain myself over and over again... Arrrggh. I still have leftovers from yesterday, and I think it's because she didn't leave me be.
Can't the universe get the hint?