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But since I can’t, this is what I do on my breaks. This guy makes my day…everytime I watch this, I laugh a little harder.

5 days.

5 stupid undergrad thesis-writing days.

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Recent events have allowed for an extension of the Thesis Title Contest due date. The new due date is Thursday, June 8 at midnight.

See previous posts for contest rules.

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My thesis advisor has no faith in my ability to complete my thesis by my self-assigned due date of June 9. This is because the last time I set myself a due date, I obviously didn’t make it and am still writing the damn thing 3 months later (which may or may not be because I wrote 40 pages and realized that it was absolute garbage and then made the ill-advised, alcohol-infused, post-breakup decision to delete all 40 pages – note to self: post-breakup cleansing should only go so far as getting rid of the significant others stuff, not your own).

Well. We’ll just see who gets the last laugh here. This thesis is going to rock a ridiculous amount of ass. So there. Take that Dr. AF. Booya.

Ahem.

Back to writing.

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argh.

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Ezmy’s younger sister, the charming Lady Heather, has joined the blogosphere. We’re slowly taking over…

In other less exciting news, I am awake at 7am after one hell of a hideous dream. David Schwimmer lost his head. Literally. I was next but I woke up – ah the power of being the dreamer and not just the average cast member in said dream. What the hell is wrong with my brain? I have Stephen King dreams and yet in conscious life, I can’t handle the violence on Matlock. Head-losing dreams or similar are always a sign that I’m stressed. Damnit.

Thankfully, the cat is here. She’s eating my elbow, but she’s here.

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Which John Cusack Are You?

>i am one angry girl.

it’s ok though.

because i’ll do better in the end.

so there.

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THESIS TITLE CONTEST:

Rules:

1) Title must include the following words: Global, Civil, Society, Religion, Tension (or something similar), Women, Rights – all other words are up to you.

2) Bonus points will be offered for a clear title that avoids the use of a pretentious colon

3) Bonus points will also be offered for the creative use of other forms of punctuation such as exclamation points, square brackets, and that squiggly thing next to the number 1 key.

Entries may be posted under comments or emailed to angelalivingstone@gmail.com. The winner will recieve a place in the acknowledgements page of a thesis that will never be read.

Deadline: June 4 at midnight.

Good Luck!

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I have thoroughly enjoyed living alone for the last couple of months. I can dance around in my towel to bad music (Bohemian Rhapsody is my new favourite dance tune), I can eat peanut butter straight from the jar in my underwear, I can talk to my cat, I can read out loud, I can sing in the shower, and I can perform crazy cooking experiments in the kitchen without judgement (latest success: cayenne pepper coated almonds). I have no one but myself to blame when every single spoon I own is in the sink or when the bathroom looks like an elephant took a bath in there or when there are no clean towels. Bliss.

But in this very moment, I am hating the fact that I don’t feel secure without a guy in the house. It’s completely stupid. But I want a strong muscley looking fellow to protect me from the rapists/murders/peeping toms/giant spiders/bats (there are bats!?)/centipedes/monsters who I know are all outside my window right now. The cat knows it too. She’s staring at the window. She’s been staring at it for ages. I can’t see whatever it is she can see because I have these thin curtains that only let people see in (sigh). I have a pair of scissors and a hot cup of tea next to me and I’m not afraid to use them. But a giant man roommate would be so much nicer.

I wonder if I could hire a giant man to stand outside both of my windows at night. I also wonder how many times I will hit myself in a few hours when my nerves have calmed down and I read this ridiculous post and hate myself for admitting this nonsense.

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…and stop swooning over Jennifer Aniston and
Simon Houpt…