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Will somebody tell me again why I DO NOT want to go to graduate school right now? Holy shimatta. I don't know how it's happening, but some part of my brain keeps trying to talk me into the idea, when it really, really shouldn't! Besides, Eddie Izzard has shown me that I can just "get a big pair of tits and talk a lot of crap," and I'll wind up with an honourary doctorate! And I already *have* the breasts! IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, PEOPLE. :O
But hey, it's all okay, because a good peek into my empty wallet should fix me right up for the working world. Never mind, then. ::aldfaslkdfhadslfh::
I don't know what's going on with people tonight, but we picked up several different riders who fancied themselves comedians. All they needed was a light-up "Applause" sign, because we had *no* idea what bits were actually supposed to be funny. I don't think I get paid enough to laugh at that many non-jokes. DDS != second-tier comedy club.
I need to write a book, because I have an insane desire to write fiction, as of late. But, I think that's an idea to hang on to until after Fall Term, I think. Or maybe until Nanowrimo, at least. But yes, sometime when doing so does *not* run the risk of screwing up the less frivolous bits of my life.
And HEY, I need to play Starcraft. We were talking strategy in the car yesterday, and I'm all fired-up to play it. Takers? Yesno?
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junsiew may be crashing here on Sunday. Woo! I suppose that means I'll *really* have to clean house, now.
And I MUST talk to my darlingdesigner_fetus, soon. I have so many catty remarks bouncing around in my head, and I just *know* he would enjoy them. ::rotfl:: I don't get like this too terribly often, you know.
Well, I'm off, then.
But hey, it's all okay, because a good peek into my empty wallet should fix me right up for the working world. Never mind, then. ::aldfaslkdfhadslfh::
I don't know what's going on with people tonight, but we picked up several different riders who fancied themselves comedians. All they needed was a light-up "Applause" sign, because we had *no* idea what bits were actually supposed to be funny. I don't think I get paid enough to laugh at that many non-jokes. DDS != second-tier comedy club.
I need to write a book, because I have an insane desire to write fiction, as of late. But, I think that's an idea to hang on to until after Fall Term, I think. Or maybe until Nanowrimo, at least. But yes, sometime when doing so does *not* run the risk of screwing up the less frivolous bits of my life.
And HEY, I need to play Starcraft. We were talking strategy in the car yesterday, and I'm all fired-up to play it. Takers? Yesno?
junsiew may be crashing here on Sunday. Woo! I suppose that means I'll *really* have to clean house, now. And I MUST talk to my darling
designer_fetus, soon. I have so many catty remarks bouncing around in my head, and I just *know* he would enjoy them. ::rotfl:: I don't get like this too terribly often, you know.Well, I'm off, then.
