LostSophia

What about this guy?:

Does Rose Kennedy have a black dress?

Oh, ouch!

It might also be a good idea to look into resources. Often, if there is a TA they will be happy to look over your paper during office hours and give you a few pointers. Of course you have to have a paper or at least some piece of one for them to look over, even if it's complete crap. Remember, it is very good to strive for a great paper, but turning in a crap paper is still better than turning in no paper at all, so yes, write write write! Also look in to any sort of student resource center your school may have. Sometimes they have tutors for this exact problem. A lot of people have a hard time adjusting to the way things are done in college when they first start, but a lot of colleges want their newer students to be successful and stick around for the other three (or four, for five, or twelve) years, so you would be surprised how much help can be available. Find it! Use it! That's what it's there for.

Happy Birthday!

Also, if you need to include an abstract (basically a summary) remember to write it last not first, even though it goes at the beginning.

So are the poltergeists that randomly knock things over and open all the cupboards really the ghosts of blind people who couldn't find the light?

I'm sorry. I don't know how to love him.

Is a bear Catholic?

Another good piece of advice an old prof of mine gave me was to demand that each and every sentence justify itself. If it doesn't make a good point not already stated elsewhere, get rid of it.

Neck, back and shoulder/upper arm trouble. Bane of my fucking existence.

How's your posture? Maybe you should get a corset.

Creeping like a communist, it's knocking at our doors

Turning all our children into hooligans and whores

Voraciously devouring the way things are today

Savagely deflowering the good ol' U.S.A.

It's Reefer Madness, Reefer Madness

(Reefer Madness, Reefer Madness)

Oh so mad!

When I was visiting my best friend in Portland this summer, she meant to take me to Voodoo Donuts but we never got around to it. I'll have to insist, next time.

You definitely should! It is very kitschy and amusing.

I minorly injured myself last night in a rather ridiculous way. Our cat loves to play a game in which Chief or I will move our feet around under the blankets in bed so that he can chase them and pounce on them. We were having much fun last night tormenting the poor kitty with choices, each of us taking turns trying to get his attention, and forcing him to choose who's feet to pounce on. Although I have little cause to do it often, I can snap my toes (kind of like snapping your fingers, not as in any sort of bone or joint popping). I started snapping my toes in order to up the anti by introducing a sound, thus making my feet more alluring to felines. I ended up giving myself a pair of raw-skinned blisters on the tops of the toes directly next to my big toes. Damn it.

Chief & I had opera tickets for Valentine's day. They were a Christmas gift from my father, which was quite nice of him. Unfortunately the opera turned out to be far from the best we have been to, but it was still fun to get all dressed up and go out. After the opera, we walked across downtown to a tiny little hole in the wall called Voodoo Donuts. The place in sandwiched between a kind of gothy club and a tentacle porn theater. It is so small that there is no seating at all. You just go in, buy whatever amusingly naughty-named donuts you would like to enjoy, and then stand around on the street outside eating them. Cheif got the Tex-ass, which is basically just a glazed donut but is about 6" across. I had the Butter-fingering. There was also a man randomly set up and playing a pair of didgeridoos just outside, which provided an interesting soundtrack for the moment.

Smart ass.

Everybody does the 'now what did I come in here for?' moment. Good rule of thumb: If you forget where you put your keys, that's normal. If you forget how to use your keys, then you should be worried.

We've only got rats drowning in the streets. You wake up the next day and see them being eaten by crows. Slowly. With their guts hanging out.

That reminds me of a thing I saw walking to work a few years back. For some reason Milwaukie is just loaded full of roadkill. Anyway, I was walking along, and noticed this odd pinkish ribbon running down the street. It looked kind of like dirty silly string or chewing gum, but not quite. Anyway, it was going the same way I was, so I followed it for about a block and a half. Finally it terminated in most of a squirel, smashed flat in the middle in such a way that it's tail stuck straight up in the air. I laughed my ass off. No one cleaned it up either, so I got to watch it slowly decompose over the next few weeks' walks to work.

The disappearance of the classic section from most of the major video stores in my city. Had a major craving for a good old fashioned 30's noir mobster movie, so I strolled on over to my local block buster. Not a Cagney flick in the place. Sad.

The blonde look suits you, Sophia.

Why thank you!

Wow! Thank you Spain, that is quite some compliment! Talk about stroking my ego! :wink:

And yes, that would be Mjöllnir on Chief's necklace.

Here's Chief declaring war on the apartment and deciding to do a bit of housecleaning!

I love the way his mind works. I swear, I am living with a cartoon character, and loving every minute of it!

Thought I'd bleach my hair out on Friday, and boy did it come out uber blond. Chief says I look like a star. Anyway, I felt so sharp I had to go put on a pinstripe suit and play with the camera. I don't know what it is, but doing my hair is always such a good pick-me-up.

Was thinking about going redhead, but I think I'll enjoy the blond for a while before I decide.

Bravo! That was well done and just what I was in the mood for reading. Thanks.

I also agree. Getting a bachelor's degree is a big project. If you were doing some other big project, like say renovating a house, would you feel bad for going to bed at night? Sometimes you need to stop, rest, and do what you need to to get yourself in a position where you have the resources to continue. No shame in that, just good sense. The tricky part is in making sure you go back to that project when you're ready for it again.

So you were Scout, LS!

Nah, I'm just a sadistic bitch sometimes.