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ta-da. the research proposal has been handed over. mind you, it was not without a hassle.

i raced to my prof's office so as not to miss his office hours. i knocked on the door, was instructed to come in, and found him sitting with a student. he gave me this exasperated look when i told him i was handing in a paper for yesterday's class, and said tersely "that's fine." when i apologized for it not being stapled. it was like i was interrupting the intellectual blowjob he was receiving or something. so i left just as hurriedly as i arrived.

i'm having a good time with this diary, an over-the-top satire. even better are the reactions in the guesbook. people don't realize that it's a satire (even though it is so blatantly exaggerated) and come to the defense of the poor, lonely, but "kewl" 'troubled teen'. ha! i love it.

i know someone who was convinced that "this is spinal tap" was real. you know her, too. hey, it happens to the best of us.

sometimes.

maybe.

hee.