"Hook's afraid of an old dead crock!"
I'm still waiting on one college to give me classes or tell me I'm fucked for the summer. Why, why do they take their sweet time? Seriously? They sent out the request form weeks ago. All it takes is a few assignments a day and they could have assigned classes long ago! Spring is almost over! I need my schedule!
Dr. A, the feminine form, wants to meet with me to give me what she calls her "surviving the PhD program speech." As well as discuss what classes I'll be taking the first semester. Of course I want to meet with her, we all know how much I worship my committee, particularly her. Problem is I haven't heard back from the coordinator at Louisiana yet. I sent him an e-mail Monday telling him I accepted and want to get started. He, too, appears to be taking his sweet time.
Bugger.
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So here we are in the hopes of maintaining our regular lively, witty, and often bizarre conversations. More importantly, we're here in the hopes of remaining friends. We've done amazingly well in dealing with each other so far, and I think we would all agree life would be less something without one another. So, here's to us...vive le singe de la pipe! *Monkey dances and plays symbols.*
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- la pipe de singe
- My portrait says enough, no? I do own twenty-three dogs and a handful of cats, though. And I keep a black rabbit around for good luck. None of my dogs is named "wiener".
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