look at this text all blinking

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i have a real pretty little leather folder sitting next to me. i did it! no more college.

coming soon: the future! employment! terror!

just kidding, kids. i haven't been afraid of the future for quite some time now. graduation weekend was delightful, and i mean that sincerely, even though my family occasionally stresses me, they love me and ( Read more... )

why, I am printing my thesis!

tomorrow i get my hat. and champagne. i love hats and champagne.

in this particular place. i am pleased with the quantity and quality of the work. i do not think i am fucked.

the liminal space would have been a good renn fayre theme. i plan to make acknowledgements after that event. i would like to make it a villanelle, and i'm not writing a villanelle tonight.

tonight, i love everything. all ( Read more... )

sometimes i think the only way i could get any dumber would be to cut out my tongue.

the thing is coming together.

the thing might not be long enough yet, but it'll be all there, and that's what counts.

tomorrow i am going to sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep

with some punchy paralell structure!

chapter 2 is longer than chapter 1. tomorrow i have to write chapter 3.

i have the worst study skills ever. thank you, reed college, for building in a mandatory month of editing. i love you like crazy cakes.

well i am a big old lump of lazy. i keep looking at these sonnets and developing erratic, unprovable theories about them. i mean at this point there not even theories, they're just straight bullshit. whatever. i want to do a good job but only kind of. i think i would be the worst english grad student ever. i wish i was slightly more competent at ( Read more... )

again. fuck you, trader joe's, and the unhappy stomach you have left for me.

in other news, i am lazy and not getting any thesis written. SPRING BREAK!

i have to take a test. like now. i haven't taken a test in maybe a year, so i am both somewhat excited and mildly nervous ( Read more... )