Coming to you live from three hours in the library

[temples]

So over a month ago now, I moved to a different city way down province and started university. That was a thing that happened. I don't think I mentioned it.

It has been a source of panic and stress, but it's also been a fun experience with things like evil hot dogs and an entirely new transit system and silent study rooms that I am completely in love with and Hot Professor. Yeah, there's a Hot Professor. It's his own fault. Did I mention I'm taking third year classes next semester? Hot Professor encouraged me to switch my major from Political Science to a Political Science/Labour Studies stream, so basically my curriculum is a barrel of lethargic monkeys with one tin of applesauce.

But, it's okay.

And you know why?

Because I am F(R)UCKING AWESOME at school.



I miss videogames. :(

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[temples]

Proposal proposal status!

(I have to write a research study proposal for my political analysis class, which is probably my favourite and the awesomest class ever, since I love doing social research -- and on Monday, I have to hand in a proposal for that proposal. I feel so delightfully redundant.)

Two pages single-spaced, 1000 words. (I'm exaggerating. It's 998.)

Four full pages double-spaced.

My limit is 3-5 pages.

I'm only just over half done.

WORRYING.

[temples]

I do not need to reiterate a study's literature review for my own literature review.

That is word vomit.

And that is disgusting.



No matter how thorough I want to be.

[temples]

Really hungry. On the ninth floor of the library. Don't want to lose tiny but awesome private study room. Didn't bring food. :(

[temples]

I reached my page limit and haven't even started on the third source yet.

Note to self: E-mail TA for the class.

[temples]

TA: E-mailed.

Stomach: Growling.

[prefacing]

.....WHAT EVIL HOT DOGS



This is very important, okay.

[temples]

EVIL HOT DOGS FROM COSTCO. It ruined birthday weekend. >:

[prefacing]

Ewwwwwwwww Costco hot dogs. How dare Costco ruin your birthday weekend. I will fuck their faces up.

[delys]

You are my hero and protector :(

I'm still me, hi Valendrian...

[likebreathing]

OH MY GOD WHO ARE YOU






/says Val from a different account too......

[delys]

I'M THE TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT




Why do you have two Rictor accounts.

[likebreathing]

GASP. ANYTHING BUT THAT.






And because I can.....

[delys]

...No you can't...

[likebreathing]

...Why not...

[delys]

........

holy shit Rictor

Why are you making that face

at a nine year-old girl

what the fuck is wrong with you...

[likebreathing]

LOOK, I PRESSED RANDOM ICON

BLAME RANDOM ICON


Also, he wants to ask the same of Excalibur. Gross, man.

[delys]

RANDOM ICON LEARNED IT FROM WATCHING YOU



Also Excalibur and this account!Rictor have never met. (nottalking)

[likebreathing]

GODDAMMIT, RANDOM ICON. (fuu)


....And your point is?

[delys]

My point is SHUT UP

[likebreathing]

Make me. :|

[delys]

/takes your toys

/throws your toys out the window

[likebreathing]

:(






:( :( :(

[delys]

Don't look at me that way...

[temples]

Day 2 of working on the proposal proposal. I am almost done. I can taste victory!




Sadly, the word count did not shrink by itself over night. A tragedy, that.

[temples]

/screams and punches Microsoft Word in the fucking mouth


IT SHOULD NOT BE THIS HARD TO FORMAT SOMETHING

ENOUGH WITH THE HUGE GAP-Y SPACES BETWEEN PARAGRAPHS

[temples]

End result:

1500 words.

6 pages.

6 is more than 3-5.

Word is a fucking toolbag that I have to fight to let me format anything.


Whatever, it's done. I need some ice cream.