Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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Heard from one of my best friends after about a year of us both being busy and bad at communicating. It's nice to have people you can connect with as if no time was lost at all.
"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."
Life has a funny way of working out. I may have stopped work on Catmint's fursuit, but I am getting a black and white dog suit head, it needs a lot of fixing up, but he's cute and oh my god I'm getting a fursuit.
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."
Real life raves for Debussy and Rainy Mood. Keeping me mellow and focused.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
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Maybe I'm being a cocky Mr. McArrogant Pants, but this essay is going so, so well. I would totally give myself an A. It's cool if the professor doesn't, but like deep down inside, I know I would give myself a gold star. \:D/
"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."
After waging chemical warfare...I think my dog is tick free. finally!
Now, lets see if the wee bastards will make a comeback. If they do, It's chemical warfare time, on the garden!
is dead like the dodo
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Following the recent dissatisfaction, wanted to just LOL at getting a student email apologizing for a class absence today after sending out an email like an hour ago saying class was canceled. Oh, student. You.
"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."
Did you send it through Blackboard? I've found (having been on both ends) that spam filters tend to pick up class cancellations through Blackboard sometimes. I have yet to figure out how to prevent that, much to my irritation.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
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Did you send it through Blackboard? I've found (having been on both ends) that spam filters tend to pick up class cancellations through Blackboard sometimes. I have yet to figure out how to prevent that, much to my irritation.
Oh geez, for real? That's troubling. I like to use Blackboard because it has the lists of all the student emails. I know a few students got the email ok, so I'm going to hope no one was confused this morning. Good to know though, thanks for the heads-up.
"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."
Did you send it through Blackboard? I've found (having been on both ends) that spam filters tend to pick up class cancellations through Blackboard sometimes. I have yet to figure out how to prevent that, much to my irritation.
Oh geez, for real? That's troubling. I like to use Blackboard because it has the lists of all the student emails. I know a few students got the email ok, so I'm going to hope no one was confused this morning. Good to know though, thanks for the heads-up.
Blackboard is evil.
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.
I can't say that I was just offered my dream job, because my dreams generally do not involve having a job... but failing that, a best-case-scenario has been flung at my feet. I am drunk on professional admiration and it's wonderful. I hope everybody gets to know this feeling at some point in their lives.
I had a professor once who would cancel classes all the time and was really bad about canceling classes all the time and not really telling anyone with sufficient warning. Scheduling and availability meant I had to drive ~40m across the city to attend this one inconsistent class. For part of the semester, my mom was using my car while they got another one, so I had to ride the bus for at least an hour and a half one way to this one class that sometimes just wouldn't happen. I gave her my phone number, and had her text or call me on mornings when she wasn't going to show up to class.
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I had a professor once who would cancel classes all the time and was really bad about canceling classes all the time and not really telling anyone with sufficient warning. Scheduling and availability meant I had to drive ~40m across the city to attend this one inconsistent class. For part of the semester, my mom was using my car while they got another one, so I had to ride the bus for at least an hour and a half one way to this one class that sometimes just wouldn't happen. I gave her my phone number, and had her text or call me on mornings when she wasn't going to show up to class.
Ouch, that's rough. My bus ride is like the bus ride you're describing, and I wound up missing it despite running to the second stop. This is the first time I've canceled actually...ever. I gave an hour notice though. It would have taken me fifteen minutes to get to my car from the bus stop, then I needed to get more gas, then I'd have to brave 8am rush hour traffic in Miami, which last time I tried took me 80 minutes to arrive to class, even without those previous factors to account for timewise. So I'd probably have missed half my class slot by the time I arrived, after braving terrifying traffic with my own personal brand of driving anxiety, which has made me have to take a break in a parking lot to just break down and cry because no one uses turn signals here and it's terrible.
I absolutely don't mean to mock students who can't attend a class due to commute, or who have outside issues; I understand them, and don't penalize harshly as long as students are keeping up with their work. I've sometimes told students "it's okay for you to skip, you just flew in at 5am from visiting your sick grandmother, go sleep like a human being, I can give you notes." To clarify, I was more amused that I got an email declaring an absence based on a Tuesday doctor's appointment, which I only heard about on Thursday after class was already canceled.
"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."
I've always been really worried my lack of experience in romantic matters would be a serious downfall in any sort of relationship I'd get, but the same boyfriend I had to get drunk to the nth degree to get is the sweetest thing. I know it sounds cheesy and cliche but holy shit I am really happy right now and not talking down to myself mentally and if that's not worth a rave then I don't know what else is.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
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Good for you! Seriously. Having a relationship which makes you feel happy is totally awesome and 100% worth a rave. Re: experience, it matters but it also doesn't matter. I think if anything, experience is nice in that you have a better idea of what you like and look for in a relationship. But don't ever let lack of experience be seen as a flaw on your part, because it's absolutely not one, I promise, no matter how much some people like to say otherwise.
It's been my observation that each relationship has its own learning curve. When you care about someone, you get to know them and get to understand how to interact with them as an individual, both physically and emotionally. I am different from my boyfriend's exes, and vice versa. In my opinion? Anyone who doesn't take the time to get to know you isn't worth getting to know.
I'm really glad you found someone who makes you happy. It's awesome and you should enjoy it. \:D/
"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."
"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."
"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."
So even though I still have no idea how I should make my program work the way my professor wants it to (I am starting to hate machine learning) and being utterly nervous because of tomorrow (first assessment centre...uhm...yay?) my day was brightened by a friend who brought me taro milk tea from his trip to China. It was a little bit more than I expected (now, I am sitting on 2kg of it) but I am so glad that I can finally drink it again...and will probably be able to for a long time
I'm going to a cat cafe on Thursday, after spending a day visiting my friends cats, having my friends visit my cat and dog. It's going to be such a fun day.
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.
So even though I still have no idea how I should make my program work the way my professor wants it to (I am starting to hate machine learning) and being utterly nervous because of tomorrow (first assessment centre...uhm...yay?) my day was brightened by a friend who brought me taro milk tea from his trip to China. It was a little bit more than I expected (now, I am sitting on 2kg of it) but I am so glad that I can finally drink it again...and will probably be able to for a long time
We sometimes play around with it (I would love to do that more often). My subject is called Digital Humanities and is roughly the same as computational linguistics. I am currently working on a program that automatically deduces the gender of characters in plays. I guess, it's pretty easy for a programmer or a real CS person but atm I can't wrap my head around it
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Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
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
Achieved an A, bitches. *pops champagne*
Now, lets see if the wee bastards will make a comeback. If they do, It's chemical warfare time, on the garden!
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.
Vive l'apostrophe!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."