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Oct. 20th, 2003 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesIt is a truly gorgeous day out. I should be outside, and I will be (again) as soon as I get done having lunch.
Yet again I proved the theory that going grocery shopping while hungry is a bad idea. I bought junk food again. It was all on sale, but I don't really need ice cream and the smallest whoopie pies I've ever seen. I bought them anyway. On the other hand, everything else I bought has actual nutritional value, so I suppose I've just bought a month's worth of dietary indulgences all at once. Providing I take a month to eat them, I should be all right.
I should have done laundry today, but I didn't get around to it. It'll get done tomorrow, especially now that I have one of the books I ordered for the latest paper I'm writing. I do a lot of reading when I'm doing laundry. If I had an embroidery project going, I'd do that instead. I hope it's as nice out tomorrow as it is today.
Fleet Bank is now charging me $2.50 per month service fees on my account, because it got down to $498 and they charge for anything under $500. Mutter mutter grumble snarl. I should just send them $10 when I have it to spare and get the balance back up again. Grr, argh.
I swear, if I ever get a job involving office hours, I will be in my office when I say I'm going to be. What good are office hours if the person I need to talk to isn't there for them? Granted I wasn't looking forward to this conversation, but it would have been nice to get it over with. (It would have been me asking if I could keep the Semiotics paper topic I thought up, but make the paper shorter. I'm thinking of writing about Jakobson's theories on aphasia.)
After the exam last Thursday, I told the professor that I hadn't had any trouble translating the first draft of my final project. She was rather surprised. I forget what the term was exactly, but basically she said it seemed like translation was what I was meant to do. I'd like to believe that, but I don't really believe in destiny. This bears some more thinking about.
Yet again I proved the theory that going grocery shopping while hungry is a bad idea. I bought junk food again. It was all on sale, but I don't really need ice cream and the smallest whoopie pies I've ever seen. I bought them anyway. On the other hand, everything else I bought has actual nutritional value, so I suppose I've just bought a month's worth of dietary indulgences all at once. Providing I take a month to eat them, I should be all right.
I should have done laundry today, but I didn't get around to it. It'll get done tomorrow, especially now that I have one of the books I ordered for the latest paper I'm writing. I do a lot of reading when I'm doing laundry. If I had an embroidery project going, I'd do that instead. I hope it's as nice out tomorrow as it is today.
Fleet Bank is now charging me $2.50 per month service fees on my account, because it got down to $498 and they charge for anything under $500. Mutter mutter grumble snarl. I should just send them $10 when I have it to spare and get the balance back up again. Grr, argh.
I swear, if I ever get a job involving office hours, I will be in my office when I say I'm going to be. What good are office hours if the person I need to talk to isn't there for them? Granted I wasn't looking forward to this conversation, but it would have been nice to get it over with. (It would have been me asking if I could keep the Semiotics paper topic I thought up, but make the paper shorter. I'm thinking of writing about Jakobson's theories on aphasia.)
After the exam last Thursday, I told the professor that I hadn't had any trouble translating the first draft of my final project. She was rather surprised. I forget what the term was exactly, but basically she said it seemed like translation was what I was meant to do. I'd like to believe that, but I don't really believe in destiny. This bears some more thinking about.
