I'm not trying to be Slavic!*
Apr. 7th, 2008 12:26 amYe gods... I'm practically dead to the world and I'm still struggling to come up with a conclusion. I still have to go over the whole presentation (27 bloody slides) for typos, failures of logic, major fail, etc., and select three theses from a gazillion from the other students for tomorrow's discussion.
And I have to be up in the wee hours to pick up ma (\o/). And I have to print handouts out. And actually practice this talk. And time it. And... *bzzz* Braindead.
Here, you guys can have fun instead of me:
Learn the Scottish Accent, Lesson 1:
Hilarious Reply to Lesson:
I probably won't be posting as much with ma around, or with this hellish - by my lame standards - week.
Oh my gods I'm so sleepy...
ETA 1:29 am: You wouldn't believe the utter crap that some students sent in for discussion sentences. Utter, utter crap in the sense that they're just restating the basic pillar of a theory, or statements that can't be refuted (or refuted by a drunk lobotomized ant) or just really random shit that has me flabbergasted, exclaiming "Fuck that shit!". Oh sweet gods... Why yes, we are tired.
ETA 2: 52 am: Ow. Ow ow. *pain* Mascara remover stings! Ok, so I've got the laundry done, dried and folded, clean sheets on the bed, dishes washed, incriminating "lazy-ass" evidence trashed, To-Do list written, box-o'-chocolate for ma bought... Am I missing anything? Oh yeah! Sleeeeeep.
* ibid second video
And I have to be up in the wee hours to pick up ma (\o/). And I have to print handouts out. And actually practice this talk. And time it. And... *bzzz* Braindead.
Here, you guys can have fun instead of me:
Learn the Scottish Accent, Lesson 1:
Hilarious Reply to Lesson:
I probably won't be posting as much with ma around, or with this hellish - by my lame standards - week.
Oh my gods I'm so sleepy...
ETA 1:29 am: You wouldn't believe the utter crap that some students sent in for discussion sentences. Utter, utter crap in the sense that they're just restating the basic pillar of a theory, or statements that can't be refuted (or refuted by a drunk lobotomized ant) or just really random shit that has me flabbergasted, exclaiming "Fuck that shit!". Oh sweet gods... Why yes, we are tired.
ETA 2: 52 am: Ow. Ow ow. *pain* Mascara remover stings! Ok, so I've got the laundry done, dried and folded, clean sheets on the bed, dishes washed, incriminating "lazy-ass" evidence trashed, To-Do list written, box-o'-chocolate for ma bought... Am I missing anything? Oh yeah! Sleeeeeep.
* ibid second video