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Aug. 19th, 2002 12:04 amSo I decided in a fit of boredom to tidy my notes and tutorials. All of them. Yes. That includes the notes on weathering left over from three years ago when I was taking geography and convinced that I was going to continue to take it ad infinitum and write articles for National Geographic about the intelligence of Great Whites in Australia.
My, my. How some things have changed, and some have ... not.
The way I keep my notes, for instance. Arranged in a stack, unordered, unstapled, and very messed up.
So there I was, and I swear, I was wading in notes about differential equations up to my ankles. I happen to have a pretty big room, all things considered. Now I have worksheets all over the floor, and I can't seem to open my wardrobe, or the door, for that matter, without sending a tsunami of paper toppling everywhere.
If I can finish packing this, I'll see about actually getting to looking at it. Fascinating. Maybe I can do a study on it "Reproductive behaviour of the lesser pencil-streaked messy chem tutorial." Oh yeah.
I'm so hot my shirt is sticking to me. Eesh. And just because I've nothing better to do, my brain was supplying me (unhelpfully) with the word dodder. Why plant parasites in a mammalian brain, I have no idea.
Sorry, Shi-chan. Practicals start week after. And after wrestling with the worksheet monster from the 17th level of hell, I'm going to have to find time to read it.
My, my. How some things have changed, and some have ... not.
The way I keep my notes, for instance. Arranged in a stack, unordered, unstapled, and very messed up.
So there I was, and I swear, I was wading in notes about differential equations up to my ankles. I happen to have a pretty big room, all things considered. Now I have worksheets all over the floor, and I can't seem to open my wardrobe, or the door, for that matter, without sending a tsunami of paper toppling everywhere.
If I can finish packing this, I'll see about actually getting to looking at it. Fascinating. Maybe I can do a study on it "Reproductive behaviour of the lesser pencil-streaked messy chem tutorial." Oh yeah.
I'm so hot my shirt is sticking to me. Eesh. And just because I've nothing better to do, my brain was supplying me (unhelpfully) with the word dodder. Why plant parasites in a mammalian brain, I have no idea.
Sorry, Shi-chan. Practicals start week after. And after wrestling with the worksheet monster from the 17th level of hell, I'm going to have to find time to read it.
