April 10, 2003 :: 2:01 a.m.
mission somewhat accomplished
Who has 4 1/2 pages of their research paper finished? Oh, that would be ME. Go me. And it's only 2 o' clock... I thought it would take longer, considering the gargantuan pile of articles that I had to sift through before I could even start. Another two or three pages tomorrow and I'll be all set. Yee-haw.
And in case there are any lingering doubts that my life is unhealthily centered around Buffy, a quick scan of said paper should dispel them. I worked in not one but TWO Buffy references, in the form of a large chunk of quoted dialogue and a little paraphrased line uttered by Oz (on the show, not in my paper). The chunk is from "I Robot, You Jane," where Buffy and Xander are talking about Willow's online relationship with Malcolm/Malloch. You know, the elderly dutch part. Or maybe you don't, in which case I will post the stuff that I used in my paper below.
Xander: No, it's just... this Malcolm guy? What's his deal? I mean, tell me you're not slightly wigged.
Buffy: Okay, slightly. I mean, just not knowing what he's really like.
Xander: Or who he really is. I mean, sure he says he's a high school student, but I can say I'm a high school student.
Buffy: You are.
Xander: Okay, but I can also say that I'm an elderly Dutch woman. Get me? I mean, who's to say I'm not if I'm in the elderly Dutch chat room?
Buffy: I get your point! I get your point. Oh, this guy could be anybody. He could be weird, or crazy, or old, or... He could be a circus freak. He's probably a circus freak!
Xander: Yeah. I mean, we read about it all the time. Y'know, people meet on the 'Net, they talk, they get together, have dinner, a show, horrible ax murder.
Heh... aww. Now I want to watch that episode, but alas, I'm getting mucho tired. But rest assured that I love me some Buffy, and I think that inserting lengthy bits of dialogue into my final research paper proves it. Bah! As if there was ever any question. I'm obsessed and everyone knows it.
My parents didn't come up for dinner tonight, because my mom is apparently very sick. She does sound rather like shit, but I think I may just tell them to forget about the whole thing. They just don't seem too enthused, and I don't want to harp about it until I become like an annoying gnat that keeps trying to land on your nose and won't go away no matter how many times you swat it.
In any case, Adam and I ended up eating tasteless crap for dinner instead of yummy delicious sicilian pizza. It was very disappointing.
Last night, I dreamt that Adam was participating in a strange cliff side gymnastics competition. There was some other stuff, too, less amusing stuff that doesn't merit a mention. But seriously, gymnastics? What the fuck?
I started on stripe #10 of the Gryffindor scarf this afternoon, but I didn't get much done as I was too busy being paper cut to death by the 40 million articles that I had to read through for my paper. Hopefully I'll get some quality knitting time in this weekend, because I really want to have this thing done before easter break. Dunno why. It just seems like a good deadline, I guess.
Sleepy time. I get to sleep in until 9:30 or 10 (possibly later), so that's really nice. I have definitely learned to appreciate the luxury that is sleeping in. Also, my back hurts like a mother from sitting in this chair for hours on end. My chair does not come equipped with lumbar support. It sort of sucks.
'Night.
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