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damkiannaBy any objective measure, I think I just had a very productive meeting with my thesis advisor. Unfortunately for me, I am not good at objective measuring.
Even good meetings fill me with such angst, just because they are meetings. With people. I knew that it was going to be relatively short; that we would be discussing the revisions I need to make to my proposal to get it accepted; that it was very, very unlikely that my advisor would at any point say disgustedly, "omg you are SO STUPID, get out of my office, you failboat!" But I was still jittering around my room, like, twenty minutes beforehand, practicing things I thought I might need to say and listening to my heart pound. (Like, actually pound! How lame is that? SO LAME.)
Ugh. Even though everything went perfectly well, I was still so relieved to get out of there.
Fortunately, now I am out of there. To wind down, I ended up writing another bundle of little snippets from my possible-first-toe-dip-into-fandom Harry Potter AU fic 'verse; that thing is eating my brain, no lie. I'm spending so much time working out the class list that I keep wandering off into musings about the people on it - the totally unimportant characters who are only there to fill out said class list, in other words. Anyway, those musings have somehow resulted in me ending up with SIXTEEN PAGES of pointless fluffy shipfic about people who are most likely never even going to show up in the actual fic. If I ever finish it, that is.
What I really need to be working on is my papers. I need to write my paper on Saramaccan for Pidgins and Creoles this weekend, and I should probably start the one on Scottish Gaelic for Linguistic Anthropology. Plus I should study for my Literature test at some point. But am I? No, no I am not. Instead, I'm writing excerpts of fluffy nonsense about people nobody cares about.
In conclusion: *facepalm* Dammit, brain.
Even good meetings fill me with such angst, just because they are meetings. With people. I knew that it was going to be relatively short; that we would be discussing the revisions I need to make to my proposal to get it accepted; that it was very, very unlikely that my advisor would at any point say disgustedly, "omg you are SO STUPID, get out of my office, you failboat!" But I was still jittering around my room, like, twenty minutes beforehand, practicing things I thought I might need to say and listening to my heart pound. (Like, actually pound! How lame is that? SO LAME.)
Ugh. Even though everything went perfectly well, I was still so relieved to get out of there.
Fortunately, now I am out of there. To wind down, I ended up writing another bundle of little snippets from my possible-first-toe-dip-into-fandom Harry Potter AU fic 'verse; that thing is eating my brain, no lie. I'm spending so much time working out the class list that I keep wandering off into musings about the people on it - the totally unimportant characters who are only there to fill out said class list, in other words. Anyway, those musings have somehow resulted in me ending up with SIXTEEN PAGES of pointless fluffy shipfic about people who are most likely never even going to show up in the actual fic. If I ever finish it, that is.
What I really need to be working on is my papers. I need to write my paper on Saramaccan for Pidgins and Creoles this weekend, and I should probably start the one on Scottish Gaelic for Linguistic Anthropology. Plus I should study for my Literature test at some point. But am I? No, no I am not. Instead, I'm writing excerpts of fluffy nonsense about people nobody cares about.
In conclusion: *facepalm* Dammit, brain.
