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Nov. 13th, 2003 09:59 amAm I allowed to complain if it's blowing about 30 mph out, and snowing hard?
Nov. 13th, 2003
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Nov. 13th, 2003 06:22 pmHaving found out last Thursday that the first draft of my final translation project was due today, and that the theory paper was due before that, I've been hauling academic ass since last week. But, as of five minutes ago, the translation project draft is done. It consists of three (annotated, single-spaced) pages of original, six or so pages of (double-spaced) translation, and another six or so pages of explanations as to why I changed the 38 things I did.
It would have been a most excellent day to stay indoors with my feet up on the heat vent and a large bowl of popcorn handy, but I had to go let people make models of my head again. I think the other class I did this for was better at it. Oh well, I'm getting paid to sit there and let people make models, even if they all look nothing like me, so I can't complain.
I'm getting my hair trimmed tomorrow, thank goodness. Maybe it will stop driving me crazy.
I wonder if I could persuade my father to make a desk for me as a graduation present? It would be a novel idea, having a desk big enough for the things I want to put on it. Right now I mostly want a desk big enough to put a computer, a printer and a cup of tea on, without having to worry about the tea and the computer getting friendly. I like my current desk, but it's just plain too small.
Anybody who wants snow can have the snow we've been getting all day. It isn't really bothering me in itself, because as a rule I like snow. What I really can't stand is the fact that weather involving snow usually also involves wind chill, and wind chill is most of what I truly hate about winter. I'm sure I'll get around to a full rant about that later, but I don't have the time for it now.
After seven years, my Thinsulate gloves have finally given up the ghost. I bought them one winter in Oberlin when it seemed to be -20F most of the time. I don't know if it actually was or not; all I know is, I had warm(ish) hands for most of that winter, and the six winters afterward. Well done, gloves. I'll miss you.
It would have been a most excellent day to stay indoors with my feet up on the heat vent and a large bowl of popcorn handy, but I had to go let people make models of my head again. I think the other class I did this for was better at it. Oh well, I'm getting paid to sit there and let people make models, even if they all look nothing like me, so I can't complain.
I'm getting my hair trimmed tomorrow, thank goodness. Maybe it will stop driving me crazy.
I wonder if I could persuade my father to make a desk for me as a graduation present? It would be a novel idea, having a desk big enough for the things I want to put on it. Right now I mostly want a desk big enough to put a computer, a printer and a cup of tea on, without having to worry about the tea and the computer getting friendly. I like my current desk, but it's just plain too small.
Anybody who wants snow can have the snow we've been getting all day. It isn't really bothering me in itself, because as a rule I like snow. What I really can't stand is the fact that weather involving snow usually also involves wind chill, and wind chill is most of what I truly hate about winter. I'm sure I'll get around to a full rant about that later, but I don't have the time for it now.
After seven years, my Thinsulate gloves have finally given up the ghost. I bought them one winter in Oberlin when it seemed to be -20F most of the time. I don't know if it actually was or not; all I know is, I had warm(ish) hands for most of that winter, and the six winters afterward. Well done, gloves. I'll miss you.