Well, yeah... You put one leg in front of the other over and over again really really fast.*
I'm off the waiting list for a Seminar - which is for the yay - but it's during my internship - lack of yay - but I'm doing it anyway because I should totally be able to do both things at the same time and work hard like I used to be able to... But he-llooo panic.
I've just gotten an email from Mariska panicing about how many slides we need for our presentation on Friday's Project Proposal. My response? What fucking presentation?!? Have just sent flailing email to Supervisor. For the record, I already asked her what was expected for the Project Proposal, and all I got was "An outline, references, and research questions." Also, it's going to be just her and me on Friday. What the flying fuck is going on? I feel so supremely underprepared and out of it and an utter, utter impending-doom-by-fail. A fucking presentation...
And then yesterday's discussion with mom, about whether I should stick it out here a while longer, or just move out already, was begun again in an email today from her. Laura has a friend who will have an empty room in a month, and I'd have a chance at getting that room because I know Laura, who knows them. (Foot in the door, and all that. But the body through the door isn't assured.) And I don't know what the hell to do. At all. I mean, I basically ran home after I was accepted for the room, hyperventilating and just all a-muddle about what to do - take the room, wait for a better one? - and that made me all weapy and confused and freaked out. And now we're back to that square and I just don't know what to do anymore.
And I'd been doing better, too. Managed to read a whole article. And now I'm all weapy and blubbering and bloody incapacitated. I just don't want to do this anymore.
Links of the (Yester)Day:
ricepresident's Fanmix: Build God, Then We'll Talk, Hiro/Kensei
un_den_iable's Fanmix: High Voltage, Elle
Fish's Blog response to "Ten Simple Rules for Graduate Students", which is quite good. This causes Brando to Blog "Ten Simple Rules for Graduate Students in the Evil Sciences", where hilarity ensues.
One day, I will know how to drive, have extra cash lying around and a few months off, find myself in the USA and say, "Who want's to take a tour of the American Gods places with me?" And one or more of you will succumb to the insanity, and it will be good.
ddraigcoch is asking for slashers' aid in the way of a short questionaire.
Yahtzee & Rheanna's A Stitch in Time (AtS, ensemble), recommended by
aeolora, is something I've been reading on and off for a while.
wtf_nature posts The Dawn Chorus, but not the bird kind, the electromagnetic one.
* Run, Fat Boy, Run
I'm off the waiting list for a Seminar - which is for the yay - but it's during my internship - lack of yay - but I'm doing it anyway because I should totally be able to do both things at the same time and work hard like I used to be able to... But he-llooo panic.
I've just gotten an email from Mariska panicing about how many slides we need for our presentation on Friday's Project Proposal. My response? What fucking presentation?!? Have just sent flailing email to Supervisor. For the record, I already asked her what was expected for the Project Proposal, and all I got was "An outline, references, and research questions." Also, it's going to be just her and me on Friday. What the flying fuck is going on? I feel so supremely underprepared and out of it and an utter, utter impending-doom-by-fail. A fucking presentation...
And then yesterday's discussion with mom, about whether I should stick it out here a while longer, or just move out already, was begun again in an email today from her. Laura has a friend who will have an empty room in a month, and I'd have a chance at getting that room because I know Laura, who knows them. (Foot in the door, and all that. But the body through the door isn't assured.) And I don't know what the hell to do. At all. I mean, I basically ran home after I was accepted for the room, hyperventilating and just all a-muddle about what to do - take the room, wait for a better one? - and that made me all weapy and confused and freaked out. And now we're back to that square and I just don't know what to do anymore.
And I'd been doing better, too. Managed to read a whole article. And now I'm all weapy and blubbering and bloody incapacitated. I just don't want to do this anymore.
Links of the (Yester)Day:
Fish's Blog response to "Ten Simple Rules for Graduate Students", which is quite good. This causes Brando to Blog "Ten Simple Rules for Graduate Students in the Evil Sciences", where hilarity ensues.
One day, I will know how to drive, have extra cash lying around and a few months off, find myself in the USA and say, "Who want's to take a tour of the American Gods places with me?" And one or more of you will succumb to the insanity, and it will be good.
Yahtzee & Rheanna's A Stitch in Time (AtS, ensemble), recommended by
* Run, Fat Boy, Run