My Funny (Velma) Valentine!

Yesterday was Coworker Velma's birthday. Today we had a little party for her, complete with ice cream cake, which just rocks. I love ice cream cake. The cool thing was when Brett was cutting the cake, he gave the piece with the blue balloon on it to me. Yay! It's the little things.

I edited my ads a little today to make them fit the size of the quarter-page of The Lantern. Easy.

I realized this morning that there's no conclusion on my Families paper, so I need to retype that page and add it. Or I could just hand it in. I might. I could care less.

In Adolescents this morning, the professor said she didn't want our papers to be any longer that 20 pages /including/ reference pages, abstract page, and title page. EEK! I am on page 12 and just about half done. So I guess tonight I will work on re-organizing my thoughts and deciding what I'm going to keep/not keep. But as Coworker Hope says, it's better to have too much and take away than not to have enough and have to add. I might fudge a whole bunch of the beginning stuff and concentrate on queer identity development issues. I dunno, though. At this point, I am so thoroughly apathetic.

I got an A on the paper I wrote about cappucinogrrl. Thanks, kiddo! I want to get you something to thank you. :)

I'm going to buy Coworker Velma Chipotle for lunch. Mmm, burrito. Maybe I will eat more ice cream cake before class tonight, for final exam energy. That reminds me, I really should look over that stuff sometime. Whee!

I should be more uptight about this Adolescents paper, because I'm basically scrapping most of what I already did, but for some reason, I just don't care. Possible reasons why I don't care include: ice cream cake, sunny and warm day with no coat, talking to my girl this morning before class, visit from the Jen(n)s tomorrow, time alone with my girl in an empty apartment, Families being done by 7:30pm tonight, a copy of someone's cheat sheet for Comps from last year (which eliminates needing to prepare an essay about Yalom's theory of Group Psychotherapy - major timesaver!), TMBG coming out of the speakers, Ani tomorrow, "I cyb3r j00" voicemail from jost this morning, ALL OF THE ABOVE.

Schoolmate Peggy said to me this morning, "You completely seem like the kind of person who is always good at every single thing you do, but not in an annoying 'I'm better than you' want-to-smack-the-person kind of way."

My sekrit boyfriend made a picture of happy2beso. You can totally tell it's her. That rat bastid - he's cheating on me already!!

I think it's time for Chee-pote-lay.

New userpic!

reveries is the coolest girl in that wacky land to the north! Yes, yes she is.

Thanks, 'Fly! That userpic is so adorable, and you rock.

(So do I work on this paper, or do I do other things and just say, "F*ck it!"?

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

So I took out a couple of paragraphs, and I inserted a page for title page, and a page for abstract, and typed in all of the references.

Page 17.

I think I'm done for tonight, or at least for now, and later, I'll think about chopping. Sunday night, maybe. I'll lean on a girl and mutter a lot in a crankygirl manner. Heck, she's got to see Crankygirl up close and personal /sometime/.

I'm glad I checked the Jen(n)s' itineraries. I thought Jenn was coming in around 3:30. Nope, 1:25. That gives two hours from when Jen's plane comes in to when Jenn's does. It's not worth going home, that would waste an hour of travel time.

WHAT TO DO? Perhaps binkiegirl's place. It's closer. Hrm hrm hrm.

Yep. My brain is officially mush.

On the up-side, my final for Families was an awful lot like a high school pop quiz. "Take out a sheet of paper and a pen..." 15 questions, one of which was your name, another of which was a joke. (Which social work professor would make a deal with the devil in order to grow hair?) 13 questions. I'm glad I made it a point to memorize those names of theorists at work. Had the final and did the course evaluation in 25 minutes. 25 minutes! I'm so glad I'm taking Dr. Lantz again next quarter.

NEXT QUARTER. My last. And then... dear gods... I'm outta here.