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x_losMy yarn finally arrived today! Have cast on and knitted five rows to celebrate. Will finish first stripe tonight and leave the hellish torments of the 52 row ash section for later. Ew. I do love that fresh wool smell, though, sort of like clean hay.
Rasmussen can bite me. Since her name comes from the German verb *to must/to be obliged*, I think she must do so. I will graduate with an honors thesis or kill her trying. At least I've got Latham to advise me, and he knows me/what he's doing. Aditionally it frees me to take a major course, so I'm visiting 3 or 4 history classes tomorrow and begging pardon, asking to add, in hopes one of them lets me/does not just piss me off.
I finally have a set of good profs this year. The amount of hours is a lot of work, but it feels kind or robust, healthy and manageable.
Jogging/Watching Doctor Who hour progresses admirably in that I can now complete it with no breaks, running at my lame 3.6 for the episode's entirety. I feel ready to step up speed this week, then move next week from every other day to every day. At this rate I'll finish third series in like two weeks AND not be a fatass. What other Doctor Who fan who isn't Anna O and thus genetically exempt from eating related causality can say that?
I think the universe owes you a cookie when your day has been productive as shit.
ex: today: I went to all my classes, jogged an hour, emailed class partners re: an uncomming project, bought more textbooks, boxed books to sell back, found out Beat The Bookstore's hours for the week, dealt with LAtham (yay!) and Rasmussen (boo)'s administrative bullshit, talked to Anna and Sam re: money, cashed my checks/talked to my bank, paid the electricity, dropped by Christina's drinks session, made excellent spaghetti, and, naturally, am finishing my stripe.
So where's my damn cookie? I want this thing descending from the sky on stings of edible gold! As of yet, I haven't even heard a heavenly chorus requesting my flavor preference. Lame, angels. Just lame.
Making my own shortbread is SO on tomorrow's agenda. In between class shopping/begging, class attending, administrative bullshit and the HW, that is. And the More Knitting.
SHIT, isn't it almost Rosh Hashana/Yom Kippur? That stuff sneaks up on you! I never know when I'm supposed to be repenting for crap.
And... I'm right. Next week it is. Better get ready for apples and honey combo'd with dehydration and guilt. And then That Holiday About Huts. Who doesn't love huts? Rabi Portman's way into that hut too, only it's like, branches on a permenant structure, which seems kind of ideologically anti-Sukkot to me. Whatev, there's kosher hot dogs, I'm there. I really should make an effort to go more regularly. Portman's fantastic, but it's weird b/c it's all Me and Old Yids. Beth and Nathan and Taj are only sporadically about. I guess that's the choice you make when you ellect community congregation over Hillel because one more nasal Chicago accent chanting something or other will drive you over the brink/it's somehow more rewarding than wading through crowds of girls with nose jobs in Iowa shirts and track suit bottoms.
So:
Rosh HaShana/New Year , September 13-14, Thurs-Fri
Come to my house for apple cake at some point.
Yom Kippur/Day of Atonement, September 22, Saturday
Do not come over, I will just Want Water at you.
Sukkot/Feast of Tabernacles , Sept 27-Oct 3, Thurs-Wed
Um. I dunno. How much do you go in for huts?
Rasmussen can bite me. Since her name comes from the German verb *to must/to be obliged*, I think she must do so. I will graduate with an honors thesis or kill her trying. At least I've got Latham to advise me, and he knows me/what he's doing. Aditionally it frees me to take a major course, so I'm visiting 3 or 4 history classes tomorrow and begging pardon, asking to add, in hopes one of them lets me/does not just piss me off.
I finally have a set of good profs this year. The amount of hours is a lot of work, but it feels kind or robust, healthy and manageable.
Jogging/Watching Doctor Who hour progresses admirably in that I can now complete it with no breaks, running at my lame 3.6 for the episode's entirety. I feel ready to step up speed this week, then move next week from every other day to every day. At this rate I'll finish third series in like two weeks AND not be a fatass. What other Doctor Who fan who isn't Anna O and thus genetically exempt from eating related causality can say that?
I think the universe owes you a cookie when your day has been productive as shit.
ex: today: I went to all my classes, jogged an hour, emailed class partners re: an uncomming project, bought more textbooks, boxed books to sell back, found out Beat The Bookstore's hours for the week, dealt with LAtham (yay!) and Rasmussen (boo)'s administrative bullshit, talked to Anna and Sam re: money, cashed my checks/talked to my bank, paid the electricity, dropped by Christina's drinks session, made excellent spaghetti, and, naturally, am finishing my stripe.
So where's my damn cookie? I want this thing descending from the sky on stings of edible gold! As of yet, I haven't even heard a heavenly chorus requesting my flavor preference. Lame, angels. Just lame.
Making my own shortbread is SO on tomorrow's agenda. In between class shopping/begging, class attending, administrative bullshit and the HW, that is. And the More Knitting.
SHIT, isn't it almost Rosh Hashana/Yom Kippur? That stuff sneaks up on you! I never know when I'm supposed to be repenting for crap.
And... I'm right. Next week it is. Better get ready for apples and honey combo'd with dehydration and guilt. And then That Holiday About Huts. Who doesn't love huts? Rabi Portman's way into that hut too, only it's like, branches on a permenant structure, which seems kind of ideologically anti-Sukkot to me. Whatev, there's kosher hot dogs, I'm there. I really should make an effort to go more regularly. Portman's fantastic, but it's weird b/c it's all Me and Old Yids. Beth and Nathan and Taj are only sporadically about. I guess that's the choice you make when you ellect community congregation over Hillel because one more nasal Chicago accent chanting something or other will drive you over the brink/it's somehow more rewarding than wading through crowds of girls with nose jobs in Iowa shirts and track suit bottoms.
So:
Rosh HaShana/New Year , September 13-14, Thurs-Fri
Come to my house for apple cake at some point.
Yom Kippur/Day of Atonement, September 22, Saturday
Do not come over, I will just Want Water at you.
Sukkot/Feast of Tabernacles , Sept 27-Oct 3, Thurs-Wed
Um. I dunno. How much do you go in for huts?
