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I have less than a week left and if I had any money I would pay someone to write my final paper for me, and take my copyediting test. However, I have no money. I am so broke that I am actively hoping to find $500 on the street between now and next Friday when I fly to Costa Rica. Hate finals.

Finals

Tonight I turn in my final story for my workshop class. I have one more due in my Lit class, but the end is near and I am rejoicing. Since beginning grad school, I have written seven short stories in eight months. I got scared when I realized how fast I'd have to crank em out, but being productive feels really good. Thanks to all my friends who have provided feedback and support. I am especially grateful for Torrance who thinks everything I do is gold, she is an important counter balance to the world of workshops.

In other equally important news, I finally saw Twilight, the movie. It was amazing. I'm not kidding. I intend to purchase my own DVD copy and host parties over the summer. I can't wait for summer.

Laughs for Nerds

If you study copyediting long enough this stuff really starts to seem funny.

Teabag Dick Armey

I love watching these hot, smart lesbos talking about teabagging. The Ron Paul event is "being perverted by the current teabaggers," eh Ana Marie Cox?



Right-wing Republicans are definitely going to need a "dick army."

Gay Fish, Yo

Any Takers?

Lindsay Lohan's eHarmony Profile from Lindsay Lohan

R.I.P. High Profile Lesbos

I have surfaced from my studying long enough to learn that America's fave butch-femme couple, Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson, have split. In true dyke drama fashion, there is talk of restraining orders. Awesome. Both of them seem super cray cray, but I enjoyed seeing pictures of their gay love in tabloids. Although the use of the term "galpal" needs to be outlawed (pun intended).

Good News!

I found out that I only have to edit one article for my copyediting class and I thought I had to do two. I am choosing to look on the bright side of this, rather than feel angry that I started working on both of them. They didn't lie to me in my elementary school learning skills class: reading closely, paying attention, and being organized would have saved me time and worry. Damn those well intentioned student teachers. Perhaps now I have learned my lesson, but probs not.

Misery, I Call You Late Winter

Only a month left of school, no more snow, friends visiting, looking forward to Costa Rica. I should be in a good mood, right? No, I'm not! My patience has run out. I want school to be over now. I rue the day I signed up for the copyediting class. I wish I could pay someone to finish my electronic editing assignment that's due on Thursday.

The long slow dragging time between winter and spring is a f-ing killer. All my friends at school are also cranky pants, so I know it's not just me. Our collective morale is low. Come June, I will have taken a year and a half worth of credits in one year. I should feel proud of myself, right? I don't! I curse the ambition and enthusiasm that cause me to take on a giant workload. Why is it so hard for me to take it easy?

Well no more! The next year and a half of school I'm only taking classes that sound fun. Except for next fall. I've already signed up for Teaching Freshman English, which is supposed to be really hard. But after that, I swear I'm going to chill.