Okay, I admit it. My don rag's the end of next week and I'm terrified.

On the plus side, only four and a half weeks until summer. The countdown has begun.

I borrowed McSweeney's Joke Book of Book Jokes from Kelsey and the following is one of my favourite bits:

( Holden Caulfield Gives the Commencement Speech to his High School )

I am starting to fear my own apathy. It's rather frightening to realise how much I really don't care anymore.
Five weeks and the bloody semester's over. I can do this.

These days, I spend far too much time reading up on photographers on Wikipedia:
In 1874, still living in the San Francisco Bay Area, Muybridge discovered that his wife had a lover, ( Read more... )

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It's done! Now I can calm down, get the oral/don rag over with, and wait impatiently for summer. (And resume a normal sleep schedule. Seriously, I'm never awake at 7AM.)

1. PAPER DRAFT DONE YAY. Which means that I'm about 2/3 done, and mostly need to finetune it and make sure the multiple strides I hit actually work with each other ( Read more... )

EDDIE IZZARD WAS IN SANTA FE. HE WAS IN SANTA BLOODY FE ( Read more... )

Dear self,

CALM THE FUCK DOWN.

Signed, Gisela.

EDIT: Emma Peel FTW.

( Rambling/ranting/whining about The Paper. Not THE PAPER, but still rather important to me. Feel free not to read. )

Oh insomnia, you are a bitch. Couldn't you have waited until next week ( Read more... )

( Answers to last post's movie quote quiz. )