I think I'll do a bit of travelling the summer next year if I can save enough money. I haven't decided where, yet - but it will most likely mean that I'll get to meet one or more of my Elftown friends. :) You'll get to have a Lami in your neighbourhood!
Essay done, hooray! Probably crappy, but it's well over the minimum and passing is the most important part. If I get a 3, I'll be filled with glee.
They've posted a preliminary course schedule for next year and I'm going like OMNOMNOMNOM COURSES. I feel so geeky when that happens.
The time has come to turn my Literary Developments 1660-1900 class essay into a term paper. Basically I just need to fix some things and write at least 600 more words. Doesn't sound like the most daunting of tasks, but it will still take me most of the day.
I just had a thought. I'm going to start putting my essays up here. Not that I think many people (or anyone, really) will read them, but it might still be nice.
I now officially have an Etsy shop. :O It's still very much under construction, but it exists!
http://www.ets
New model stock up on dA!
One paper done. Wheeee. Now I'm off to the boy's place to make pancakes and eat other fattening things and maybe watch a movie or two.
This is my May.
Uni stuff that needs doing
- end-of-course papers for six different courses
- various assignments (count 'em: four) for the science popularisation course
- second research paper for Focus Areas
- entrance exam for minor subject
- exam for Sociolinguisti
- exam for English Grammar 2
Other real life stuff
- get a summer job (rent must be paid)
- make Laura a necklace
- make jewellery to sell
Elftown stuff
- some crew-related stuff
- some more crew-related stuff
- getting that damn contest finally wrapped up
- bringing the Writing Contests page up to date
Photoshoots. At some point. Maybe. If the boy and I have time.
Word of the Day for April 30, 2011
accost –verb (used with object)
1. to confront boldly: The beggar accosted me for money.
2. to approach, especially with a greeting, question, or remark.
3. (of prostitutes, procurers, etc.) to solicit for sexual purposes.
http://diction
Two young men in suits accosted me on the street just now. The accent was kind of adorable, but I am still not a Mormon. I am a uni student who needs to read for her English Phonetics exam.
Tidings
Down the mess hall rang a shout: "Ohoy!"
The midwife ran in and wept for joy.
'T was all over the news
the captain's best muse
gave birth to a healthy alien boy.
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If you're not there yet, go participate in The Elftown Limerick Competition. Shoo!
I watched all existing The Guild episodes yesterday. And of course I had to watch the extra stuff, too. So now I have "(Do You Wanna Date My) Avatar" playing in my head. Again. xD
Effing idiots. :|
That 20-minute presentation I was talking about in the previous entry? Never happened.
Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling kind of queasy and weak but proceeded with my morning routines normally. Opened laptop, went to shower. After I got out of the shower, things went south pretty fast. It seems I fainted somewhere in the hallway between the bathroom and my own room and hit my head hard enough to get a concussion. The next couple of hours will probably a blur forever, and during those hours I was disoriented and scared as hell. The reality value of a lot of things was rather hazy, and I kept repeating the same things because I didn't remember I'd said them just a couple of minutes earlier. I spent basically the whole day being prodded at and waiting to be prodded at. Much fun. And no, they didn't actually find anything. Just a random fainting spell possibly resulting from low blood pressure at that specific moment. They don't know, and since there didn't seem to be any serious after-effects, they let me go home provided I had someone to look after me. Which, gratefully, I did. My boy is kind of awesome.
Still not feeling all that great. I'm hoping I'll get over it by Monday.