I am an idiot, because tomorrow I am supposed to meet with a professor to have him be my thesis advisor, but instead of actually working toward even the idea of a thesis with which to wow him, I’ve been doing that thing where I just sit around stressing out about it. And now I’m sleepy. So I guess my choices are two: go see him tomorr and try to bluff my way through it, or go see him and say, “Um, can we do this next week?” Sigh. Both ways I look like an idiot, but I guess choice number dos makes it look like I’m an idiot who at least doesn’t want to waste his time, right?
posted by stellou at 3:15 AM
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i want cake. yesterday i had a third of a piece of cheesecake, which had a biscuit base covered in a layer of raspberry jam, and then the baked cheese, with raisins sunken to the bottom. also, i had a quarter of a brioche topped in sugar and coconut, but that's not really cake is it? sometimes in the morning, when i pick up my mobile phone, i send you a txt that says "nellie?" or "NELLIE!!!". i guess you don't receive them, so it all balances out. me=no cake, you+no txts. ch.
cake? cake? what cake? i also want cake!! does choice number dos make me look like a cake? is there a choice number (c)? (c) for cake?
wah, i need to stop setting the alarm clock for six.
CC!!!!!!!!! it is a TRAGEDY that i haven't talked to you in so long.
also, it is a DOUBLE TRAGEDY that you are sending me text messages that i can't receive. (on the other hand, it is a tragédie—that's french!—that i can't receive text messages from france, either.) (messages from singapore seem to work fine, can you move?)
also, well, also nothing. i am now going to try and do a last-minute brainstorm of ideas to present to mr. professor.
mmm...cakestorm.
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