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doyleMy Physics essay kills me. Clearly it's not going to get finished tonight - will finish it tomorrow, meaning my astrophysics homework will be done in an all-nighter on Sunday night, or in my 4 hours between classes on Monday (that's doable, especially if I can corner a study group).
The topic's pretty interesting, except that nearly every single book and essay about Bell I'm looking at has references to "Whitaker, blah blah book titles". Whitaker's the big expert on this guy. He also happens to be the lecturer who set the assignment and who's going to be marking it, so I'm just slightly intimidated. I mean, I'm turning in an essay about an area of quantum mechanics in which my understanding is shaky at best, to the person who literally wrote the book on the subject. Sigh.
Let's see, other stuff I've done today - bought hideous Daniel O'Donnell CD for my mum for Mother's Day, on the understanding that she's not to play it when I'm in the house (if I'm not allowed to play any song that has the word 'fuck', she's not allowed to play dire Irish twee aimed at middle-aged women). Got a fiver for babysitting my neighbour's kids, and felt guilty about taking it, considering I just spent the afternoon playing the Playstation with them. They're really well behaved and astonishingly smart for their age. The oldest, Josh, is seven, and is probably the smartest child I've ever met. Two years ago we watched the Star Wars movies while I was babysitting him, and we ended up in a long discussion about whether Anakin was always destined to go evil or if he was a victim of circumstance - I was sitting there thinking "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a five-year-old child."
(And I am such a big child: today I stayed at their house for half an hour after their mum came home because we hadn't finished the game yet.)
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I'm bored. I keep obsessively checking my email for replies to comments, and nada. Entertain meeeee. Tell me about your favourite weird 'ship, or the sekrit pairing you wish there was decent fic for. Ask me that burning irrelevant question you've always wanted to know the answer to. Pimp something. Anything to save me from the pain of no new messages...
The topic's pretty interesting, except that nearly every single book and essay about Bell I'm looking at has references to "Whitaker, blah blah book titles". Whitaker's the big expert on this guy. He also happens to be the lecturer who set the assignment and who's going to be marking it, so I'm just slightly intimidated. I mean, I'm turning in an essay about an area of quantum mechanics in which my understanding is shaky at best, to the person who literally wrote the book on the subject. Sigh.
Let's see, other stuff I've done today - bought hideous Daniel O'Donnell CD for my mum for Mother's Day, on the understanding that she's not to play it when I'm in the house (if I'm not allowed to play any song that has the word 'fuck', she's not allowed to play dire Irish twee aimed at middle-aged women). Got a fiver for babysitting my neighbour's kids, and felt guilty about taking it, considering I just spent the afternoon playing the Playstation with them. They're really well behaved and astonishingly smart for their age. The oldest, Josh, is seven, and is probably the smartest child I've ever met. Two years ago we watched the Star Wars movies while I was babysitting him, and we ended up in a long discussion about whether Anakin was always destined to go evil or if he was a victim of circumstance - I was sitting there thinking "I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a five-year-old child."
(And I am such a big child: today I stayed at their house for half an hour after their mum came home because we hadn't finished the game yet.)
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I'm bored. I keep obsessively checking my email for replies to comments, and nada. Entertain meeeee. Tell me about your favourite weird 'ship, or the sekrit pairing you wish there was decent fic for. Ask me that burning irrelevant question you've always wanted to know the answer to. Pimp something. Anything to save me from the pain of no new messages...
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on 2004-03-20 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-03-20 05:17 pm (UTC)Angelus had a chainsaw. It was the biggest, most powerful chainsaw the hardware store had to offer, and in the road test (performed on the store's clerk, who'd gawked at him and then laghed hysterically) one out of one psychotic vampire puppets rated it an excellent killing machine.
And it wasn't overcompensating for anything.
At all.
He could have gone after his gang. Let's see who Lorne called a little prince now. But there was a bigger score to settle, some people across country he had to see first.
Commandeering his company jet was easy. He just had to act like the big souled sap and keep the chainsaw tucked away in his oversized hand luggage. Wesley and the others were a little surprised at his impromptu trip to New York, but he fed them a line of crap about a lead there who might be able to change him back, and insisted he went alone.
The abduction was nearly too simple. All he had to do was wait till the overprotective boyfriend was out of the way, then sweep in. A nice deserted warehouse far from prying eyes was easy to find, if you were a puppet with an unlimited expense account.
His prey whimpered in the chains. "Bert, save me, Bert!"
Angelus grinned, and revved the chainsaw. "Say the alphabet now, bitch."
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on 2004-03-20 06:07 pm (UTC)one out of one psychotic vampire puppets rated it an excellent killing machine.
All he had to do was wait till the overprotective boyfriend was out of the way, then sweep in.
Angelus grinned, and revved the chainsaw. "Say the alphabet now, bitch."
These lines ... OMG ... LOL!!
Thanks for this, sweetie! ::smooches you::
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on 2004-03-20 06:08 pm (UTC)That was abso-frickin-hilarious! More, more please!