Jan. 19th, 2004

grammargirl: (Badass South Park Melanie)
Stuff to do today, in no particular order:

*Buy small paperclips for book-marking purposes, a sharpie for CD-marking purposes, and a mailer envelope for CD-mailing purposes.
*Feed my iPod all the yummy CDs I stole borrowed from my mom last night.
*Burn my Dar mix for Aubs.
*Burn my mix CD swap CD for [livejournal.com profile] silverbean.
*Decorate and mail said CD.
*Type out and copy poem to be critiqued in workshop.
*Call stupid prison bureaucracy to find out if we've got a set reading date yet for said workshop. (Well, I tried, and predictably the liason was MIA. Le sigh.)
*Go to said workshop.
*Go through Deconstructing the Hero book, finish marking quotes and copy relevant pages so I can return the fucker and stop accruing the library fines of DOOOOOOOM.
*Write 2-page paper analyzing a short passage of Joyce--from Dubliners, probably.
*Go through old thesis drafts and start making a list of corrections/edits that need to be made.
*Figure out what the assigned reading is for Witchcraft class and decide whether or not it's actually worth doing.
*Cobble together some kind of plan of action so I can finish the damn Enlightenment writing from last semester and not fail the class.
*Make an appointment with academic advisor to determine whether or not a retroactive Withdrawal is possible, and just how bad it would look to have a big fat W on my transcript. My guess is probably not, and probably pretty awful, but it never hurts to know your options.
*Remove head from ass.

Well, the denial was nice while it lasted, but as it would rawther suck to fail out of school my last semester here, I suppose I'd better get dressed and get to work.
grammargirl: (Yummy brains)
So I've been sitting here, gamely trying to write this two page Joyce paper for tomorrow while avoiding the trek through the obscene cold to the fishbowl. As it is a fact universally recognized that I am incapable of accomplishing anything while sitting at my computer at home, I wasn't making much progress.

And then it hit me.

Tomorrow is January 20th, not the 22nd.

This paper isn't due until Thursday.

*does the cabbage patch*

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