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first lines from each month this year:
january: watching the clock -- happy new year, y'all. may it be better than the last.
february: ha! (paging alanis morisette) -- having just sent an e-mail last night to my supervisor that i'd found a topic that suits me far better than the Old English/Celtic stuff i'd been considerng but never really able to articulate, i now get this from the department secretary:
march: [headdesk] -- so i've applied (with cover letter and resume and everything -- it's so crazy) for a Bar Staff position in the StX bar for next year.
april: okay -- i'm done.
may: adding inconvenience to injury* -- bruises continue to be purple today.
june: first of june -- a little startling for it to be june already.
july: in which moving continues to suck. -- actually, i'm done moving, done unpacking, done putting stuff away -- i'm pretty impressed with how quickly i got installed into my new room (in which i will live for two years, if i have my way, instead of just one).
august: sunday roundup of randomness -- today i saw what may have been the ugliest dog i've ever seen that wasn't a boston terrier.
september: last update -- my friend reports that her family's house has lost its outside stairs and three windows, but suffered no additional damage.
october: urk. -- my tonsils are the size of ping-pong balls.
november: from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sebastienne -- When you see this, quote Oscar Wilde.
december: DCFOLK -- the word is, there will be no preliminary round for the men's worlds the week i'm there -- which, in terms that will be useful to the non-curlers, means i will not be called upon to officiate and will therefore be bound to the curling club for less time than i might otherwise have been.
january: watching the clock -- happy new year, y'all. may it be better than the last.
february: ha! (paging alanis morisette) -- having just sent an e-mail last night to my supervisor that i'd found a topic that suits me far better than the Old English/Celtic stuff i'd been considerng but never really able to articulate, i now get this from the department secretary:
march: [headdesk] -- so i've applied (with cover letter and resume and everything -- it's so crazy) for a Bar Staff position in the StX bar for next year.
april: okay -- i'm done.
may: adding inconvenience to injury* -- bruises continue to be purple today.
june: first of june -- a little startling for it to be june already.
july: in which moving continues to suck. -- actually, i'm done moving, done unpacking, done putting stuff away -- i'm pretty impressed with how quickly i got installed into my new room (in which i will live for two years, if i have my way, instead of just one).
august: sunday roundup of randomness -- today i saw what may have been the ugliest dog i've ever seen that wasn't a boston terrier.
september: last update -- my friend reports that her family's house has lost its outside stairs and three windows, but suffered no additional damage.
october: urk. -- my tonsils are the size of ping-pong balls.
november: from
sebastienne -- When you see this, quote Oscar Wilde.december: DCFOLK -- the word is, there will be no preliminary round for the men's worlds the week i'm there -- which, in terms that will be useful to the non-curlers, means i will not be called upon to officiate and will therefore be bound to the curling club for less time than i might otherwise have been.
