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Dec. 17th, 2010
My name is Busy McBusyson
Dec. 17th, 2010 06:10 pmGreetings, yon readers of ye olde journal,
I am in the midst of the end-of-semester slog. I took my final oral exam and got a 92%, took my final written exam (got a 94%) and wrote my final composition (99%) so I finished off the semester in a blitz of awesome francophonocity. I've managed to finagle a total of 90.07% at the end, so I think I'll get an AB out of that.
I still have two finals and a nine-page paper to write. I think I have all the time budgeted for those tasks, but it's going to be hard and I'm going to be ridiculously busy until Wednesday is over.
Like a month ago, Jacquelyn told me to not make any plans for the night of December 16th. Finally, she said, my birthday present was ready to be "picked up." But wait, you say, Mr. Shoegazer, isn't your birthday in July? Well, yes, dear reader, it is! But I am temporally challenged and since I prefer experiences to material gifts, my presents tend to be events. And if say, tickets to a taping of NPR's Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! are hard to get a hold of until five months after one's birthday, well... then that's when I get my gift.
So last night, we drove to Chicago and saw the taping and it was awesome. I was also the first human in history to purchase the Carl Kasell head pillow (Yes, it's a throw pillow with Carl Kasell's face on it) and autographed by Carl Kasell with the official Carl Kasell Pillow Pen (which came with the pillow.) It was a hilarious show and I can't wait to hear how the actual broadcast is put together.
Jacquelyn's birthday is on Tuesday, and tonight is her birthday karaoke night, and we'll have a birthday dinner on the actual day. I won't sing anything, because I only sing in the car, and I've figured out a very elegant formula that proves that the amount of alcohol (a.k.a. liquid courage) that it would take to get me up on stage is equal to or greater than the amount of alcohol that would leave me so drunk I would be unable to mount the stage. (Huh-huh, he said mount.)
Okay, my ride is here! G'nite, folks!
I am in the midst of the end-of-semester slog. I took my final oral exam and got a 92%, took my final written exam (got a 94%) and wrote my final composition (99%) so I finished off the semester in a blitz of awesome francophonocity. I've managed to finagle a total of 90.07% at the end, so I think I'll get an AB out of that.
I still have two finals and a nine-page paper to write. I think I have all the time budgeted for those tasks, but it's going to be hard and I'm going to be ridiculously busy until Wednesday is over.
Like a month ago, Jacquelyn told me to not make any plans for the night of December 16th. Finally, she said, my birthday present was ready to be "picked up." But wait, you say, Mr. Shoegazer, isn't your birthday in July? Well, yes, dear reader, it is! But I am temporally challenged and since I prefer experiences to material gifts, my presents tend to be events. And if say, tickets to a taping of NPR's Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! are hard to get a hold of until five months after one's birthday, well... then that's when I get my gift.
So last night, we drove to Chicago and saw the taping and it was awesome. I was also the first human in history to purchase the Carl Kasell head pillow (Yes, it's a throw pillow with Carl Kasell's face on it) and autographed by Carl Kasell with the official Carl Kasell Pillow Pen (which came with the pillow.) It was a hilarious show and I can't wait to hear how the actual broadcast is put together.
Jacquelyn's birthday is on Tuesday, and tonight is her birthday karaoke night, and we'll have a birthday dinner on the actual day. I won't sing anything, because I only sing in the car, and I've figured out a very elegant formula that proves that the amount of alcohol (a.k.a. liquid courage) that it would take to get me up on stage is equal to or greater than the amount of alcohol that would leave me so drunk I would be unable to mount the stage. (Huh-huh, he said mount.)
Okay, my ride is here! G'nite, folks!