Mar. 8th, 2006

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Yesterday I handed in a group paper on the Campaign for Freedom (which began with the "I Am An American" spots in 2001 but mostly flopped later), and took an exam. I have no idea how I did on the exam. I hate exams. I mostly console myself that (a) I knew at least half of the answers, (b) the professor appears to like me, and (c) this is one of the last written exams I'll ever take. Probably.

Then I went home, hugged the boyfriend, and had wine with the upstairs neighbor, who is the new sex columnist for Spin. No, really.

Today, with the exam and paper out of the way, I'm trying to move on to other stuff. I worked at IMI this morning and had a meeting with the professor I'm, er, consulting for, at noon. Now I'm working on my SRP. (That's the big paper I have to write this semester. It's not quite a thesis. More like a half-a-thesis.) In a few minutes, I have a meeting with a few other students to work on that as a group effort. I feel like I may not stay long, because I have so little to offer, and I've done almost nothing on mine. I will be spending a good chunk of Spring Break (next week) working frantically on it.

I'm also trying to get my resume updated and so on, and oh hey, I registered a domain name, which entertains me. First time! (No really, those are related. I am listing the website on the resume but I didn't want to put some stupid URL at American which is going to go away when I graduate.)

On the down side, all of the stress of everything is still definitely present. I had yet another dream about my teeth falling out. I hate those dreams.

On Friday, [livejournal.com profile] fayde arrives. I'm really looking forward to it. If I do nothing for my 30th birthday other than spend time with her and [livejournal.com profile] azure_armand, I think that's okay. I'd like to do something else, but the darned thing kind of snuck up on me, and half the people I know here will be out of town. Silly people. So we'll see.

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