Ugh.
I feel like I'm going to be sick. I absoluteley must start writing my papers before the day they're due.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Picking Up the Pieces
Today is my day to do all the reading that I didn't do during the world series/election/three papers in one week. So Dan, I don't hate you. I'm just really really busy. I should not be having such a difficult time focusing on the Second Shepherd's Pageant. Then there's back reading for three other classes as well, and reading due Monday. To quote Leah, "Doom!"
Which is pretty much my feeling about the elections, too, but you knew that. Who ARE these people? How can they vote conservative on every California proposition, except embryonic stem cell research? Can we secede? Pretty please?
But I did have one brilliant, world-shaking realization. Lightbulbs went off every which way. Ahem:
My Professor for Medieval Saints specialises in Medieval Spain. So she must have some knowledge of Medieval Spanish. So, even though it's not medieval, but early modern, she can probably direct me to resources for reading Teresa of Avila in the original. Excellent.
When did Matt get so good at swing dancing? He's a perfect partner: good enough to make me look good, not so good that I look stupid. Megan was impressed, but really, it was all his doing. Arthur, for his part, still dances like a squirrel shot out of a cannon. Or a ferret on halloween candy.
For the record, I didn't exactly accuse Ian of paganism, but considering my history in New Age religious practice, I have strong feelings about such things.
Okay, no more procrastinating. Off to give the Wakefield Master a fourth try.
Alice: Oh, wait... Sukie didn't [vote for Bush]... she wrote in her father. Then she wished that she had written in Curt Schilling.
Dad (a Cardinals fan): No comment on that, either.
Which is pretty much my feeling about the elections, too, but you knew that. Who ARE these people? How can they vote conservative on every California proposition, except embryonic stem cell research? Can we secede? Pretty please?
But I did have one brilliant, world-shaking realization. Lightbulbs went off every which way. Ahem:
My Professor for Medieval Saints specialises in Medieval Spain. So she must have some knowledge of Medieval Spanish. So, even though it's not medieval, but early modern, she can probably direct me to resources for reading Teresa of Avila in the original. Excellent.
When did Matt get so good at swing dancing? He's a perfect partner: good enough to make me look good, not so good that I look stupid. Megan was impressed, but really, it was all his doing. Arthur, for his part, still dances like a squirrel shot out of a cannon. Or a ferret on halloween candy.
For the record, I didn't exactly accuse Ian of paganism, but considering my history in New Age religious practice, I have strong feelings about such things.
Okay, no more procrastinating. Off to give the Wakefield Master a fourth try.
Alice: Oh, wait... Sukie didn't [vote for Bush]... she wrote in her father. Then she wished that she had written in Curt Schilling.
Dad (a Cardinals fan): No comment on that, either.
