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Sep. 29th, 2006
In Which I Blather About The real World
Sep. 29th, 2006 05:10 pmI remembered why I don't like IMDb!
It's because of the astonishing capacity its users have to completely miss the point.
In other news, my QTAC application is complete, after I left it to the very last day. This in essence means that I was deciding my future with less than twelve hours to the deadline, deprived of sleep and running on nothing except a cup of tea that I'd blearily made for myself. My thought processes:
Me: So the three tiers of the Ideal, the Realistic, and the Foot-in-the-Door courses.
Brain: TOAST.
Me: And since that QANTM thing is in Brisbane and will cost $32 000, not including bed and board, we might want to stick that at the top of the Ideal tier.
Brain: TOAST TOAST.
Me: Dad says I should have Education to fall back on - but I don't know, something about me and a room full of small children is calling to mind images of tiny child armies wreaking havoc upon the world. It's close, though, and English teaching might enable me to smack some little heads with the grammar-bat, so let's put that in Realistic.
Brain: TOOOOOOOAST. TOAST TOAST TOAST.
Me: Bachelor of Arts looks like a good deal - especially if I do English literature - and it might give me a leg up if I actually do go ahead with the librarian idea -
Brain: TOAST, BITCH.
Me: For God's sake, can you help me out for one minute here?
Brain: TOOOOAST.
Me: Please?
Brain: TOOOOAST.
Me: FINE.
Brain: Purrrrr.
Me: Remind me to stab you with a cotton bud.
It's kind of startling that I even got it done.
I also got my formal dress! Which, after over a year and a half listening to my classmates blather and mentally burning all satin, wasn't as irritating as I thought it would be. Good stuff! I even got my dress and shoes and underwear all in one day! The dress lady had Maria Hair and the shoe dude was wearing a pink shirt, which I would have congratulated him for if I wasn't sheepishly explaining that my beat up old sneakers were my default shoes for the past five years. Also, there was an amazing amount of pink clothing in the Mens' Formalwear store, which I thought was brilliant, and a big ol' coat labeled "Matrix", which I plan to break in for later today.
Then we ate kebabs. When I die I am going to personally thank God for kebabs.
It's because of the astonishing capacity its users have to completely miss the point.
In other news, my QTAC application is complete, after I left it to the very last day. This in essence means that I was deciding my future with less than twelve hours to the deadline, deprived of sleep and running on nothing except a cup of tea that I'd blearily made for myself. My thought processes:
Me: So the three tiers of the Ideal, the Realistic, and the Foot-in-the-Door courses.
Brain: TOAST.
Me: And since that QANTM thing is in Brisbane and will cost $32 000, not including bed and board, we might want to stick that at the top of the Ideal tier.
Brain: TOAST TOAST.
Me: Dad says I should have Education to fall back on - but I don't know, something about me and a room full of small children is calling to mind images of tiny child armies wreaking havoc upon the world. It's close, though, and English teaching might enable me to smack some little heads with the grammar-bat, so let's put that in Realistic.
Brain: TOOOOOOOAST. TOAST TOAST TOAST.
Me: Bachelor of Arts looks like a good deal - especially if I do English literature - and it might give me a leg up if I actually do go ahead with the librarian idea -
Brain: TOAST, BITCH.
Me: For God's sake, can you help me out for one minute here?
Brain: TOOOOAST.
Me: Please?
Brain: TOOOOAST.
Me: FINE.
Brain: Purrrrr.
Me: Remind me to stab you with a cotton bud.
It's kind of startling that I even got it done.
I also got my formal dress! Which, after over a year and a half listening to my classmates blather and mentally burning all satin, wasn't as irritating as I thought it would be. Good stuff! I even got my dress and shoes and underwear all in one day! The dress lady had Maria Hair and the shoe dude was wearing a pink shirt, which I would have congratulated him for if I wasn't sheepishly explaining that my beat up old sneakers were my default shoes for the past five years. Also, there was an amazing amount of pink clothing in the Mens' Formalwear store, which I thought was brilliant, and a big ol' coat labeled "Matrix", which I plan to break in for later today.
Then we ate kebabs. When I die I am going to personally thank God for kebabs.
