My dissertation is due Friday. I should not be here.
But I need to clear my head a bit.
Dear World re. Susan Boyle,
Stop being so amazed ugly people can sing. Ugly people can do everything pretty people can, just as well, if not better.
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My dissertation supervisor skipped out on our lunch appointment today, I waited over an hour and tried calling his office several times. I, instead of stewing in a mountain of terrifying rage am eerily calm, especially since he is flying out for a conference this evening and this was the last chance to have a proper meeting about it (and for cheating me out of the slice of cheesecake I was so looking forward to). I am going to send him an e-mail whenever I finish tidying up my practically complete minus last minute additions/adjustments version tonight, praying he has internet access and ask if he wants me to try and beg out another extension (because the original deadline was April but due to ethics screw ups I was given till May 29th) due to his lack of availability.
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There is out of date meat in the fridge. I feel sick just thinking about it. There is also some nachos in a pizza box that have been there quite a while. And at least two pans have mold in them. I don't feel like eating at the moment. To deal with this I am putting post it's on the fridge door and listening to my classic rock and metal collection. I can still hear my housemates. I would tell them to tone it down but that would involve confrontation.
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I find fandoms obsession with all things gay somewhat bemusing. What happened to brotherhood? Did it go out of fashion? Are we even watching the same programme?
Dear World re. Susan Boyle,
Stop being so amazed ugly people can sing. Ugly people can do everything pretty people can, just as well, if not better.
--
My dissertation supervisor skipped out on our lunch appointment today, I waited over an hour and tried calling his office several times. I, instead of stewing in a mountain of terrifying rage am eerily calm, especially since he is flying out for a conference this evening and this was the last chance to have a proper meeting about it (and for cheating me out of the slice of cheesecake I was so looking forward to). I am going to send him an e-mail whenever I finish tidying up my practically complete minus last minute additions/adjustments version tonight, praying he has internet access and ask if he wants me to try and beg out another extension (because the original deadline was April but due to ethics screw ups I was given till May 29th) due to his lack of availability.
--
There is out of date meat in the fridge. I feel sick just thinking about it. There is also some nachos in a pizza box that have been there quite a while. And at least two pans have mold in them. I don't feel like eating at the moment. To deal with this I am putting post it's on the fridge door and listening to my classic rock and metal collection. I can still hear my housemates. I would tell them to tone it down but that would involve confrontation.
--
I find fandoms obsession with all things gay somewhat bemusing. What happened to brotherhood? Did it go out of fashion? Are we even watching the same programme?