i think in the mean time HI FIVES are in order
*FIVES
seriously

Gotta love deciding to take the 10% deduction and handing a paper in a day late when about 5 minutes before teh 12 midnight deadline you realize that all of the calculations done over the last couple of days were done with heart rate data from the wrong source. well, it was done with a 17thousand dollar peice of equipment, so technically it should be better than the date obtained through a $90 heart rate monitor. ah wel, anything is better than a big ol zero. I am done!!!! not thinking about that assignment anymore.

my hands feel wierd! and I have no idea why. It is sort of a familiar feling while completely foreign.... kinda liket hey are somone elses hands, kinda puffy, kinda dulled senses. I think it is time for bed.

I'm thinking a good night at Halo is in order for tomorrow, or at least something along the lines of not schoolwork with much more dancing or drinking or whatever. back to my thought of needing more sleep tonight.

. ciaobella

It always comes back to Markus and Kitayama's Culture and the Self; Implications for Cognition, Emotion, and Motivation (1991). I don't know how this happens... but every fuckin paper I write ends up incorporating their theories on cognitive frame switching. I've written cross-cultural-psychology papers on it, communication psychology papers on it, and now I'm writing a paper on the fuckin human factors of virtual environments... and it somehow comes back to Markus and Kitayama. Those two are incorrigible.

But I guess I gotta stick with my mainstay. They're my homeboys of the research paper.

Jon Stewart on The War on Christmas and Bill O'Reilly's crazy notions about Comedy Central's role in it, as well as the genesis of Osama's Homobortion Pot-and-Commie Jizzporium.

(As an aside, there's a war on, people! Christmas is hunkered down in a foxhole, but it's taking heavy fire. Who knows how long it can hold out!! Thank God O'Reilly's on the case. Give'em hell, Bill!)

http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/

T Mobil is evil.

I just got a visa bill from trying to phone France while in Europe. And I mean trying. I only made it through to people ONCE, and I have three separate bills for $50, $75 and $80 dollars. the fuckers. It's one thing if I got the service, and it's a complete other if I didn't get anywhere. I'm now on the phone to VISA to see if I have any recourse, but damned if I know what to do about this.

And what other choice did I have? I couldn't find phone cards anywhere, and though I know it's best not to use the numbers they post in the phone booths, I didn't really have much option at the time. fuck. That's a lot of money for busy telephone lines.

oh, apparently this is what those phone card assholes do... they take your money any chance they can get! Unlike Canada, where phone rates are governed... there aren't any rules about phone rates in some countries... so they can route your call through twenty billion other countries in order to get you to your desired contact. assholes. So, I'm likely stuck with it. fuck

all the more reason to knit wear stuff... it's yodababy!

yeah dog. it's time to sprint that final stretch.
go! team

word

super good progress being made (finally)... but still not done. Need to sleep before continuing. ARGH...

alarm clock; don't fail me now!

Man, contemporaneous is a pretty common word.

However, I used the word "emancipatory" in my essay tonight... amd that's pushing it...

anyway, now that I'm home; time to finish that fucker.