Whee!

So I'm actually working on my capstone.

Yeah. And not even bitching about it. Or pausing every minute and a half to search the internet for bad slash fanfiction. Or snarling in frustration and getting up to pace the room like a caged tiger before flinging myself into the chair and typing another sentence before getting up again.

Yay for me.

Listening to Stuart Davis. I love Stu. He rocks my universe. I think he's one of the things I am going to miss most when I leave for where ever the Peace Corps sends me.

( Ramblings on Stuart Davis and how utterly cool he is. )

Geez, I might actually get some shit acomplished this week.

I'm also progressing on my absolutely random Hellsing fic, "Tell Me How You're Feeling," which is fun. Yay for writing. Yay for pointless fanfic. Yay for priests with swords. (Although I DID realize that the section I am working on right now reflects-- in a subtle, subversive, fun-house-mirror kind of way-- my weekly meetings about my capstone with my advisor.
Damn. I should just start taking sanctified holy swords to those meetings. That might make things go better.
Couldn't possibly make them go worse.)

Right-O.
Back to editing. ^.^
(Thank you for returning from your vacation in Tahiti, Muse!)

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Oh yeah...

( Sleepover with Annie. )

( God Loves You! )

Professor quote of the Day:

History professor Paul Shue in History of Modern Europe, on Freud's ideas about the subconscious:
"There's something going on in your head that you don't know about... there's a party and you weren't invited."