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[vicarz]

This is how it worked out:
I just finished a full draft of the paper of doom (as in I actually read through it and tried to make it somewhat coherent rather than just spewed out what I could in a fit of panic and half-assery) and emailed it to my funny professor. It is now 25 pages (minimum was 18 - I lied but why shoot for the minimum?) and contains 113 footnotes. I am not displeased with my work, though it is not as polished in the end as it is in the beginning. I'm annoyed that the paper is ready on-time for the original deadline, in fact far ahead if you realize how much work you could do on a Sunday, though they moved the deadline to Friday for all the other slackers. I am officially allowed to leave the house now.

When the paper makes it through the grading process I may find a way to put it on the net so others can see it. Of course, who the fuck would read it exactly? I just hate to work on something so long and so hard and not display it for all the world to see...you know, like my body...

Comments

[cweaselle.livejournal.com]

Whore.

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Only for you

[cweaselle.livejournal.com]

If only I could believe that Scarlett. ;p Hey, I was thinking of you the other day. I think I'm going to take dance lessons instead of paying for the gym for a bit. It too bad that I'm not up there we could take them together.

[vicar.livejournal.com]

That would be fun!

[cweaselle.livejournal.com]

I know. We can still take them when I get back up there. I'll just be a little better than you.