Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The simple pleasures: coming home from a shitty day of work and a long drive, and having an ice cold beer waiting in the fridge.
This, this is the American dream right here.
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This was going to go into General Dissatisfaction.
I apparently have been accidentally logging into the wrong course on Blackboard and sending emails every so often to my last semester's class. Which is highly mortifying because if I've done it before and only had it brought to my attention now... then what emails did I mess up?! Aaaaah.
But! There is a reason this is in raves. And it's because one student emailed me back saying he had left my university but that I was the best English teacher he ever had, and that he wished he could take a course with me again. He also hoped I was doing well and that we'd get to cross paths in the future.
And so even though I am still highly embarrassed, I'm also really moved, and happy, and things.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
This was going to go into General Dissatisfaction.
I apparently have been accidentally logging into the wrong course on Blackboard and sending emails every so often to my last semester's class. Which is highly mortifying because if I've done it before and only had it brought to my attention now... then what emails did I mess up?! Aaaaah.
But! There is a reason this is in raves. And it's because one student emailed me back saying he had left my university but that I was the best English teacher he ever had, and that he wished he could take a course with me again. He also hoped I was doing well and that we'd get to cross paths in the future.
And so even though I am still highly embarrassed, I'm also really moved, and happy, and things.
Blackboard is a pain to work with - I consistently worry about sending things to the wrong class. Congrats on the positive feedback, though, it's always nice.
I'm looking into financial aid for going back to school. It feels weird to actually be investigating this stuff instead of wishing I would but ultimately not doing it. I'd like to be able to register for a summer class but I might end up having to wait until the fall semester, but either way I'm...I think I'm actually gonna do this. Dang.
I'm looking into financial aid for going back to school. It feels weird to actually be investigating this stuff instead of wishing I would but ultimately not doing it. I'd like to be able to register for a summer class but I might end up having to wait until the fall semester, but either way I'm...I think I'm actually gonna do this. Dang.
What are the available options for grants/scholarships/government loans? I've been tossing around the idea of going to get my Master's in a couple of years (after paying down my undergrad debt).
I'm looking into financial aid for going back to school. It feels weird to actually be investigating this stuff instead of wishing I would but ultimately not doing it. I'd like to be able to register for a summer class but I might end up having to wait until the fall semester, but either way I'm...I think I'm actually gonna do this. Dang.
What are the available options for grants/scholarships/government loans? I've been tossing around the idea of going to get my Master's in a couple of years (after paying down my undergrad debt).
From what I've seen, it's much the same as what someone right out of high school would apply for, as apparently even though most everything is presented to appeal to younger students, a lot of it doesn't actually have an age limit on it. There are some differences that apply to people who have already finished their undergrad stuff, though; I didn't look into it too far since that's a different boat than the one I'm in, but I believe I read that you can't get a Pell Grant anymore if you've already finished a degree (though you can still get the other kinds of aid from FAFSA if you qualify), so there's at least one difference. The government websites on student aid actually seem to have fairly clear information, which is a breath of fresh air after all of the garbage sites I've had to look at for other types of federal aid. I haven't had much issue finding the relevant pages on their site(s) just by googling what I'm looking for, so you could probably find out what's available without too much of a headache.
I've had a cat missing for the past 3 days. It's been a major concern since he has seizures, a broken tail with poor balance to match, and lame back legs. After this long, we thought he must have died somehow, since he doesn't have much in the way of survival skills.
But then tonight we heard him yowling from a neighbor's yard. No idea how he got there or where he was before (the neighbor says he hadn't seen him around) but he was trapped there, unable to climb the fence to get out. But he's back, safe and sound, and apparently no worse for wear. And now he's wrapped around my throat, and refuses to let go. He uses his claws if I try to move. He's not going anywhere.
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!
If I can just survive today, I have a 10 day vacation away from work. Meeting my best friend in New Orleans. You'll find me at the bottom of a whiskey bottle if you need anything.
Rant: KSU just gave me a heart attack by sending me a very thin envelope. I know I only submitted everything last week, but I thought it was a rejection letter. Nope, just info on how to check up on my application.
Rave: I have not seen my roommate as happy as they were last night in a long time. Grad school and stress has been eating away at them, on top of the massive amount of medical crap they're going through, and what I'm going through, we've been finding happiness where we can get it. So going to see Welcome to Night Vale live last night, it's been a while since I've seen my roommate that happy and I am so glad and relieved and frankly, I think I just got them the best birthday gift by getting those tickets. I feel like a job well done.
Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Continue to manifest the paradigm of working, My Alary."
The Divine voice of Camus the Cinderfly echoes in your head, "Thank you, once-body. I am happy that I fell into that eye."
Two days ago, I deliberately avoided stepping on a small patch of bluebells that bloomed in my front l awn (and i aposlogise ans I write this I drank like 3/5 of a bottle of Firebasdl;ll straight fromthe uh...bottle that's what it is) and that was enough to kep me from killin gmyself. Tonigh tI am super drunk but I have finally settlhedtg the problems between me and my boyfriendas and we are both fulyh aware of whatt that entails s for boathj of us. AN I am a very happy fawn.
After these posts, I'm almost entirely convinced that your titles "Rossignol" and "le Roi de Crepuscule" are not actually your titles, and just something that happened when you were drunk and playing Lusternia at the same time, possibly while trying to buy ravioli in-game. I am very sorry to hear about your hangover.
My rave: while I often find myself frustrated with the drive to work, I find that I zone out a lot and come up with new material for my non-existent stand up routine (it's only in my head). So, at least I get to spend half of my time laughing.
Relistening to albums and having them be just as amazing as remembered. Infestissumam is still one of my favorite albums ever. :x I may have had it on repeat all night.
So my 2 year old, as most 2 year olds, can't pronounce certain words.
He also loves bell peppers (red, orange, and yellow), raw and chopped up.
So I ask him if he wants some peppers for a snack and he replies with, "Want peckers!"
Which brings back a flash to a conversation with my teenage daughter about how she hopes he is gay so she can pick up men with him later on in life. My response to that was 'I can just imagine the drama when you fight over the same guy...'
Sometimes, I worried that we were terrible parents for trying to find a big gray clock for our toddler, because of how he pronounced the words gray (no 'r') and clock (no 'l').
We have a library of photos and videos of moments, acts and words with which to later embarrass him with.
Sometimes, I worried that we were terrible parents for trying to find a big gray clock for our toddler, because of how he pronounced the words gray (no 'r') and clock (no 'l').
We have a library of photos and videos of moments, acts and words with which to later embarrass him with.
You should have seen our son when he started learning to say "truck" ('f' instead of 't'). His dayhome sitter was very shocked the first time he pointed out the window and said "truck"
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The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
What are the available options for grants/scholarships/government loans? I've been tossing around the idea of going to get my Master's in a couple of years (after paying down my undergrad debt).
But then tonight we heard him yowling from a neighbor's yard. No idea how he got there or where he was before (the neighbor says he hadn't seen him around) but he was trapped there, unable to climb the fence to get out. But he's back, safe and sound, and apparently no worse for wear. And now he's wrapped around my throat, and refuses to let go. He uses his claws if I try to move. He's not going anywhere.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
LSOK IT IA FOUND AS THONG THAST MEADE ME THINK OF ME N BOY
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
He also loves bell peppers (red, orange, and yellow), raw and chopped up.
So I ask him if he wants some peppers for a snack and he replies with, "Want peckers!"
Which brings back a flash to a conversation with my teenage daughter about how she hopes he is gay so she can pick up men with him later on in life. My response to that was 'I can just imagine the drama when you fight over the same guy...'
Sometimes, I worried that we were terrible parents for trying to find a big gray clock for our toddler, because of how he pronounced the words gray (no 'r') and clock (no 'l').
We have a library of photos and videos of moments, acts and words with which to later embarrass him with.
You should have seen our son when he started learning to say "truck" ('f' instead of 't'). His dayhome sitter was very shocked the first time he pointed out the window and said "truck"