Entry tags:
(no subject)
You know you've been studying calculus too long when you start to ship trig functions. And their derivatives.
tan/sec! w00t!
Also, Lindsey's new room (Em's old room) is being retextured for painting. The smell's not too bad, but it's triggering a scent-memory that I can't pin down, and *that* is driving me nuts. *sigh*
tan/sec! w00t!
Also, Lindsey's new room (Em's old room) is being retextured for painting. The smell's not too bad, but it's triggering a scent-memory that I can't pin down, and *that* is driving me nuts. *sigh*

no subject
The smell is seriously driving me nuts. Why oh why won't my brain work? Oh, stupid question. It was kidnapped by my English essay. And my Creative Writing project. Which I'm afraid will turn out really crappy, and I'll be, like, disowned from LitMag or something. Okay, stupidity/insanity/inanity stops here. Back to work...
no subject
You will *not* be disowned from LitMag. I love your stuff. 'Member my birfday pressie?
no subject
Aw, thanks, darlin'. I knew I wouldn't-- I was just being sleep deprived and idiotic. I submitted that piece, btw; do you mind? I'll make sure to let you know if it gets accepted (you'll hear before the thing gets published, actually; I'm on the fiction editing team).