The Ravings of Demented Rabbits

Drown

Sorry if nobody but Whir and I had a clue what I was talking about last entry. I don't usually get to revel in my CC2 geekdom much, however.

Anyway.

7 more pages of the paper due on Tuesday. That's going to suck, but I'm a lot more prepared now than I was. It's still going to mean a lot of pain tomorrow, but I survived Wednesday, I can survive tomorrow.

Well, I sort of survived, at any rate. I went a little loopy there at the end, as the following email will show you:

(It is, I note, my tradition to send out weekly "It is now the weekend. We will do stuff." emails to Tali and Laurent. This is one. Written at, oh, 8am Thursday morning, at which point I had been up longer than I cared to think about.)

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And thus it came to pass in those days that the university was in great peril.
Giant papers, some twenty pages in length, stalked the lands, devouring the time
and souls of the unwary. Midterms smote the helpless. Books marched past in
the dozens. And the students were much afraid.

But lo, there appeared a savior! For the weekend did battle unto the papers,
and the midterms, and the books, and they fled with great haste. And the
students were glad, and offered up great praise and offerings unto the weekend.

And there was much rejoicing.

So, yeah. I'm generally annoyed and whatnot at school just now, and I'm
thinking that needs to be solved. Like on Friday night, say. Like with a
movie, or something.

Until then, I suppose I shall just have to content myself with screaming at my
monitor, since the critical webpage I need for my paper due in three hours won't
freaking load. But fortunately, I have this stick. A big stick. A stick of
large proportions, as it were. And as the rhyme goes:

What rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs
rolls over your neighbor's dog.
what's great for a snack, it fits on your back, it's log log log.
it's log, it's log, it's big, it's heavy, it's wood.
it's log, it's log, it's better than bad, it's good.

...

Right. Sorry. Better now. Long night, you understand. And too much caffiene.
I know it's hard to have too much caffiene, but every so often you just have to
make heroic sacrifices, and such as that.

*kills goat at altar*

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Right. So on another note, this whole England thing is fast approaching. And the time has come to Seize the Day. If you expect postcards or anything, you'll want to be emailing me with a mailing address. I promise at least one postcard, and if you beg REAL hard, multiple. ;)

Also for the record, I'm going to, at some point, put up a more in detail schedule of where I'm going to be and what all's going on. I don't know it all myself yet, but I'm working on it. Should even have airline tickets soon. Would've had 'em Thursday, but somehow they got grievously screwed up, and I was flying in on the wrong day. Can't have that.

Also, I must remind myself to post my passport photo at some point. According to my mother, I look like a terrorist. Thanks mom! ;)

Posted by Dwip at March 1, 2004 1:09 AM