![]() Only 'cause I treasure it so much, I want it back eventually (the Java book is yours) but keep it as long as you need. I'm currently using a different textbook for math right now, so I can loan this one out before the semester ends. It's intensive pure maths, which is what you'll need for U of T. Link | Gecweðanĭon't waste your money, I have the currently best calculus book on the market and that's James Stewart's Early Transcendentals, which includes first and second year calculus. Having an incredibly creative man around to kick my ass into action won't hurt, I suppose, even if he does show me up from time to time. I haven't forgotten how to be myself, but some days - weeks - months - it's easier to lie around reading and thinking about the things I want to do. So many ideas and notes for both, yet so little to show for them I think that's due to the aforementioned basket-casedness, but am still a bit concerned. Two writing projects, occurring concurrently: a kids' book about science, and a novel about the future. I wouldn't have been able to do it at 17, but 25 year old me is a different animal. It's hard to describe exactly how badly I want to go back and fix what needs fixing the two degrees I have help define me as a person, but I think I only really needed one, and it's the one I don't have yet. I don't react well to change and never have, but hopefully I'll hear back about school soon - that'll make a huge difference. The last month and a bit has been pretty much awful, but I don't know why I was surprised to have it happen, given that there are so many cables snaking out of this switch: tolerating work (just barely, and only because of the next point), waiting to hear back from UoT for the second year in a row, and preparing to move in with someone for the first time. It may be too soon to say, but I think I'm done being a total basket case too fixated on her own death to notice that it's not imminent. That's not my style, but I may make an exception for the sake of lulz.) They're just lucky I wasn't doing nude yoga or something. Let this be a lesson to all landpeople who don't bother to call or ring up in advance. but I wonder if anyone is ever going to agree to rent this place. Of course, she wasn't surprised, since this has already happened twice. ![]() She and the frightened-looking couple trailing her blundered into the middle of my horrible mid-pack mess, their feet skidding across flakes of discarded hay and assorted bunny debris, to find me sitting with my hair sticking in all directions and my pyjamas skirting the edges of decency. (Oh my god, my super just walked in here for the third time today - again without notice, barely a knock. ![]() Does anyone want to take a tall fan, a serving table once used to house rats, a Peavey amp that has failed to bring rockstardom, some gently-used and uncharacteristically slutty clothing now slightly too small, or a fine selection of fibreglass-filled Tetris pieces? Step right up! I seem to recall that the last time I moved, I didn't have so much stuff. Everything needs to hide inside cardboard, prepared for burly men to heft it into my our nerdy new home, and everything needs to wait a while before that can happen.
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