the theme is: mexicali pinata party for one.

Today's ~~Accomplishments

• purchased two long-distance grad school courses from two different well-known Canadian universities, on credit. At $1200 apiece. UGH.
  
  
• watched the first episode of True Blood: porny and kind of unfortunately Smeyerlike, but I'll giver a shot. Mostly because I reeeeeeeally liked it when Bill said, "May I call upon you?" TEEE FUCKING HEE.
  
  
• muttered to myself in the elevator about the guy who got off one floor down being an asshole (he was one of those door-close button punchers! THE DOORS WILL CLOSE ON THEIR OWN, FUCKWAD, DON'T PRETEND LIKE YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF EXTRA POWER OVER IT) and I totally got caught by the singular attractive dude who lives on my floor. Like, reddish-blonde hair and blue eyes and looks a lot like Owen Pallett and until today I had plans to deduce his musical taste via trick questions in the elevator and/or laundry room and/or garbage chute room. But now he thinks I'm a crazy knob who wanders around hissing "asshole" under her breath. Which, I guess, would be true. :|
  
  
• finished that spatial data infrastructure analysis with an idealistic flourish towards open access for georeferenced data and user participation and the good of Albertan society, etc. etc. I couldn't even convince myself. But I suspect the prof has an undiagnosed learning disability and probably won't read it. WHAT. I SAID IT.
  
  
• listened to a podcast reading by the dude who won this year's Giller prize (which is worth $50k, which I did not know, oh lord). He read his lovingly detailed attempted-rape-and-predictable-rescue scene. I was not fucking impressed by the choice. Seriously, Margaret Atwood? As the resident man-hating judge (according to my ex-hair stylist) aren't you supposed to be here to protect us from that crap?
  
  
• crossed my fingers for delighter on her epic trip elsewhere, and her hopefully porn-filled plane ride.
  
  
• crossed my fingers for fortuna_major WHO IS COMING HERE AT 7AM TOMORROW, 4 SRS.
  
  
• AND, AN EXTRA BONUS ACTIVITY: I also read Michael Chabon's opinions on fan fiction (of the Sherlock Holmes variety, which he wrote and published and got paid for) and the soul-killing nature of the "contemporary, quotidian, plotless moment-of-truth revelatory story" that I have been agonizing over all month. Thank you, Michael Chabon, for making me want to write nurse romances for the rest of my life.