the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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8:56 a.m. + 2003-05-17 = pre-emptive congrats
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peacock called to wish me a congrats. a bit pre-emptive. class isn't over till wednesday. then i must "defend" my "thesis." (don't i feel all savvy using quotations.) i appreciate the congrats, but i read into everything. judging by this, he clearly wants me back. (or so the na�ve, romantic, idealistic me hopes). won't worry about it until post-finals though.
and next week breaks down like this:
monday: reading and reader response(1-3pp).
tuesday: 7-10pp final paper for honours programme (read: Curriculum II) senior seminar.
wednesday: reader response (2-4pp) and participation evaluation (2-3pp)
thursday: la ti da
friday: 15pp final draft of the rough draft due today (in the AM) that i have yet to write.
saturday; 6pp p� svenska (in swedish) final paper.
sunday: if all goes according to plan, in bed with my first true hangover.
monday: no clue.
tuesday; 5-7pp final paper.
hoorah, then i'm done.
i must go do things now. have a gig at 1.50 and must get things lined up. will finish rough draft after gig. even if it kills me, which it just might.
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