time-crunch
Nov. 25th, 2003 03:55 pmThere is something vaguely disturbing when ordering new checks is the high point of my day, but hell, I'd been putting that off for weeks. Banks make me nervous, see, particularly since my run-in with the Evil Bank Teller From Hell when I was first setting up my account. She had this way of looking at me and inserting meaningful pauses into her answers that made me feel about six inches tall. *shivers* Fortunately, she doesn't work there anymore, and the new teller was very patient with my lack of check-ordering knowledge.
Bought a book on the history of terror as a war tactic, in hopes that it will be A) interesting and B) useful for my linked series of stories set in a several decades long guerilla war rebellion type thing. Unfortunately, I will not be able to read it over Thanksgiving, as I must spend my free time watching films for my class, so as to be prepared for the final. Also, my 15-page paper on Chaplin's The Great Dictator is due a week from Thursday. Yipe!
And now I have to pack for tomorrow. And read Milton. I hate the end of semester. I have no time anymore!
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Somebody explained the rings from The Magician's Nephew to me. The general idea of magnetic polarity is a good one, but I don't think one can get a substance from a place out of time. A place out of the world, maybe, but I think Time's a little harder to catch hold of that way.
So I'm still stuck on the stupid Harry/Tom duology. Bother it all. While waiting for inspiration, I really ought to just sit down and bash out the rest of "Sir Ron and the Green Knight." Then I can send it to Quetzle and she can rip my bad inserted French phrases to shreds. Ah, the perils of trying to write Fleur Delacour...
Bought a book on the history of terror as a war tactic, in hopes that it will be A) interesting and B) useful for my linked series of stories set in a several decades long guerilla war rebellion type thing. Unfortunately, I will not be able to read it over Thanksgiving, as I must spend my free time watching films for my class, so as to be prepared for the final. Also, my 15-page paper on Chaplin's The Great Dictator is due a week from Thursday. Yipe!
And now I have to pack for tomorrow. And read Milton. I hate the end of semester. I have no time anymore!
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Somebody explained the rings from The Magician's Nephew to me. The general idea of magnetic polarity is a good one, but I don't think one can get a substance from a place out of time. A place out of the world, maybe, but I think Time's a little harder to catch hold of that way.
So I'm still stuck on the stupid Harry/Tom duology. Bother it all. While waiting for inspiration, I really ought to just sit down and bash out the rest of "Sir Ron and the Green Knight." Then I can send it to Quetzle and she can rip my bad inserted French phrases to shreds. Ah, the perils of trying to write Fleur Delacour...