I wish Sarah Palin would talk more about her energy policy, I'm just not clear on where she stands.

I no longer have an appropriately sarcastic icon to match this post.

PS Terry Pratchett has become a tv miniseries! With Jeremy Irons! Fabulous.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

He fell at Gettysburg or Fredericksburg,
I ought to know--it makes a difference which:
Fredericksburg wasn't Gettysburg, of course.
But what I'm getting to is how forsaken
A little cottage this has always seemed;
Since she went, more than ever, but before--
I don't mean altogether by the lives

Hm, I'm sad the nearest book was the poetry of Robert Frost and not the poetry of Pablo Neruda.

Good news in grad school prospects: I have a professor who has just enough funding for one more Masters student and who is willing to be my advisor, and he also happens to be the director of the graduate program and indicated that I will get in as long as I score above the 50% percentile on the GRE...so things are looking up! Hopefully I will start this January with a TAship and not have to work at Wal-Mart ever again...but we'll see. Wish me luck!

Now the bad news is that Photobucket seems to have changed my old links so my mood theme doesn't work anymore...

I was working at the Wal today when my old advisor came up to me and was all, 'hey, change the battery in my garage door opener, and what are you doing working HERE?' And I was like 'well, I'm applying to grad schools for next year...' and she was like 'pfft, we need TAs, apply tomorrow and I'll write you a letter of rec and you'll only be a few days behind.' And I replied with 'O_O' and ':D'

Of course, I don't really believe she can get me accepted fast enough considering that the semester has already STARTED and all, but it's nice to dream big. Unfortunately, I was then obliged to write a very chagrined email to the director of the program, not only begging for a spot in the department but also for a spot in his lab, when the priority deadline for applications was, y'know, back in MARCH. *facepalm* How do I get talked into these things.

He also chews through window screens. He has earned the right to become an outdoor cat and get hit by a car at his discretion.

/disgust

Handy Homemaker Tip: vinegar gets rid of urine smell.

In Memory of Leroi Moore

Things will not be the same.