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Oi! Shout-out time. Has anyone seen the infamous SimonB anywhere? He has been very remiss in his posting and computer-being-on and e-mailing. *cough, cough, e-mail me back, cough*
I suspect it has something to do with laziness and avoidance thereof, but...
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Patrick's mother hates me! This is a verifiable fact. She is also teh scary. I wish she didn't hate me.
Why does she hate me, you ask? Good question. There are multiple answers! Patrick says she doesn't hate me; she merely hates him and by extension me (wholly uncomforting). The other theory is the Den of Inequity Theory (yes, Inequity, no, not Iniquity; I'll let Patrick make that post).
Anyway, suffice to say she does not approve of my omnipresence in Patrick's life.
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Aberrant! I cannot enthuse about it enough. Must... have... Aberrant!
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In other news, my Italian kidlets are critically lazy. Then again, so am I (evidence shown here), so I don't know why this bothers me.
A lot of them are signing up on QUEST (the university's class-sign-up, mark-revealing, and tuition-discovery system). Next semester I have Developmental Psych, Social Psych (Rempel!!), Survey of Brit Lit 2 (the followup to my course with Graham; nooooooo, the boredom it kills me, BLARGIAMDEAD), Criticism 2 (what can I do but hate?), and, of course, Italian 202.
I'm so cultured and Italian. Bow before my sexy Italian ways.
Anyway, I start at 10:30 AM on Monday/Wednesday/Friday (BLARGIAMDEAD -- we all know how well that's worked out THIS semester), and 11 AM Tuesday/Thursday. Le sigh. Yes, so for most people that's "sleeping in". For me, that's early morning.
Then again, that's because I stay up making D&D characters until 3 AM for James Cagnan's game, or playing Aberrant, or hanging out with Patrick...
I would make a joke about buying up Willpower, but I think Patrick would threaten to revoke my priviledges.
I suspect it has something to do with laziness and avoidance thereof, but...
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Patrick's mother hates me! This is a verifiable fact. She is also teh scary. I wish she didn't hate me.
Why does she hate me, you ask? Good question. There are multiple answers! Patrick says she doesn't hate me; she merely hates him and by extension me (wholly uncomforting). The other theory is the Den of Inequity Theory (yes, Inequity, no, not Iniquity; I'll let Patrick make that post).
Anyway, suffice to say she does not approve of my omnipresence in Patrick's life.
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Aberrant! I cannot enthuse about it enough. Must... have... Aberrant!
---
In other news, my Italian kidlets are critically lazy. Then again, so am I (evidence shown here), so I don't know why this bothers me.
A lot of them are signing up on QUEST (the university's class-sign-up, mark-revealing, and tuition-discovery system). Next semester I have Developmental Psych, Social Psych (Rempel!!), Survey of Brit Lit 2 (the followup to my course with Graham; nooooooo, the boredom it kills me, BLARGIAMDEAD), Criticism 2 (what can I do but hate?), and, of course, Italian 202.
I'm so cultured and Italian. Bow before my sexy Italian ways.
Anyway, I start at 10:30 AM on Monday/Wednesday/Friday (BLARGIAMDEAD -- we all know how well that's worked out THIS semester), and 11 AM Tuesday/Thursday. Le sigh. Yes, so for most people that's "sleeping in". For me, that's early morning.
Then again, that's because I stay up making D&D characters until 3 AM for James Cagnan's game, or playing Aberrant, or hanging out with Patrick...
I would make a joke about buying up Willpower, but I think Patrick would threaten to revoke my priviledges.
