outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessie pulls out a week's worth of stitches What the hell is wrong with my buddy list? Is anybody else's freaking out like mine is? I don't care what it says, I updated yesterday, not eleven days ago. (sigh) So, badness. The guy I do research with is gone for a two-week vacation, lucky bastard, and I had big aspirations to get a huge ass-load of research done in his absence. I was doing pretty good, had evaluated maybe sixty spectra, and then I took the time to look at some of the old emails he had sent me. Why is it that I choose to do these things only after I've put in all this time? Because it turns out I was doing it all only half right and have to do it all over again. I guess it's not really so bad when you look at it as only 60 of the 1006 spectra I have to look at and classify, but damn, I was sixty percent of one tenth of the way done. And now I've done ten out of the original chunk I had finished. It took me about three hours. I'd like to do another forty before the end of the day, to get a nice even fifty, which means I need to triple-time it to be done at four. This is very fascinating for you, I'm sure. It's quite reminiscent of the time I was telling you about my crochet square total. To continue in this vein of inane, I shall unburden myself of the things to complete when the work day is done: I have to run over to Porter to get a signature for my class paperwork. Why this paperwork could not be signed and mailed to me, I do not know. But it couldn't, so to Porter I trek. For those of you who don't know Cambridge geography, and I don't know why you would, that's about three subway stops from here. Oh yeah, and despite all this talk of running and trekking, I'll be riding the aforementioned subway. Then I'll be backtracking to Harvard Square to buy my textbook and lab kit and...a bathing suit, if the gods permit. Me in a bathing suit is not anything anybody wants to rush out and see. More to the point, it's nothing I really want to see, so this will prove an arduous uphill battle. Not least of all because it's January. I also brought my new mini with me so I can seek out new tops and new sexy outfits. That was supposed to sound like new lifes and new civilizations but it really didn't work out. New lifes? Do they really say lifes? I don't care, please don't take the time to tell me. For the sake of not wasting valuable cents on overdue fees, I should also take the time to drop off my library books, like I said I was going to do on Friday. I am looking up Boston Public Library's overdue fees as we speak. Five cents a day, times 2 books, times four days, is forty cents! Good god, that's SIX FULL CENTS more than the price of a stamp! I could be putting this forty cents to better use on my vacation, where I'm bound to need a piece of shoestring or one tenth of a sandwich. Hm, says here they charge you fifty bucks if you lose a video. Why? I could replace that video for fifteen. Who's going to consent to that? It's such an injustice! What are those librarians trying to pull? (note to self: don't rent movies from the library) Speaking of renting movies, I have to drop off Toy Story 2 before I go on vacation. WHAT? I was getting into the spirit of my Disney vacation! Besides, it was funny, I laughed. Rob even let out a chortle or two. Naturally, Jessie was my favorite. But I would have liked her even if her name was Hortensia. Heeeeyyyy, that's funny. Last night, I saw two animated features where Frasier was the bad guy. The Sideshow-Bob-frames-Krusty Simpsons episode was on last night too. (sniff) Smells like conspiracy. Sometimes, cheddar cheese Munch'ems taste like Necco wafers. I don't know what it means, but it might be another conspiracy. Or it could be one Grand Unified Conspiracy, the Munch'em-Necco-Frasier Conspiracy. The munch on/neck with Frasier conspiracy. Nope, sorry, dude. I just don't think of you that way. Ok, it's now after one, and I've done no spectra. Hang on. Ok, I've just done a few, so that should warrant a bathroom break. Unfortunately, I saw the error in my math: I have to quadruple time to finish forty by 4. I'm at 16 of 50. But I did six in a half hour. I know you care, that's why I'm doing this for you. If I keep going at this rate, I'll have 46 done by 4. If I keep going at slightly more than this rate, I'll have fifty by 4. Of course, this all means there's no way in hell I can do five hundred by the time the other guys gets back...if I do fifty a day I'll have only 150 by the end of [my] week. Poopies. 12:36 p.m. - 2002-01-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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