"Come on, Cantay! You've got to do this! You've got to get at least four hours' sleep tonight!"
--Me approximately three minutes ago.
That's right kids, welcome to a very special and short Paper-writing edition of Hasta la Byebye, with your host Turkman!
What's the dilemma, thou asketh? I shalt please thine ears with the knowledge! I have a paper due in my Proseminar about damn near anything. Sure the topic is nice and broad, sure it's just a rough draft, but dammit, man, it's got to be five to seven pages long! What's a fellow to do with that?
Well I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm writing about Hobbes while working off of approximately seven point five ounces of coffee from an hour and a half ago. Hobbes is cool, says I, but not nearly as cool as the sudden energy drop I'm bound to hit in under fifteen minutes. But don't worry! I have my contingencies mapped out! ::Shakes an instant-coffee-bag-holding-bag:: When I open this and get a whiff of the bag inside, I'm sure to remain conscious for at least eighteen minutes afterwards, giving me time to finish up the final touches on my paper, return to my dorm, and collapse.
I tell you. It's not pleasant shaz. Alas; this is what you get when you don't do much work on the weekend where you told yourself that you would be doing it in bunches. Lots of bunches. Like bunches of oats (with honey).
Anyways, my coherence is being hampered by the time-constraints I've placed on myself (that and the bloody hour--I'm not looking forward to the end result of this first draft).
And so I must sign off. Just remember that I love all of you--except those of you that smell more like cottage cheese than cottage cheese. That's just gross.
Ah, and Mademoiselle Erin, you are more than free to take the name of Keçi for your dear hedgehog, even though it does mean "Goat." If I knew the Turkish word for hedgehog, I would probably tell you, but as it stands, my poorly diversified vocabulary must show itself in all its glory.
Speaking of Keçi, a holler out to females who purchase stuffed goats for goat-lovers at zoos! That's right! Go females!
And now back to your regular, scheduled broadcast. Hasta la byebye.
--Me approximately three minutes ago.
That's right kids, welcome to a very special and short Paper-writing edition of Hasta la Byebye, with your host Turkman!
What's the dilemma, thou asketh? I shalt please thine ears with the knowledge! I have a paper due in my Proseminar about damn near anything. Sure the topic is nice and broad, sure it's just a rough draft, but dammit, man, it's got to be five to seven pages long! What's a fellow to do with that?
Well I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm writing about Hobbes while working off of approximately seven point five ounces of coffee from an hour and a half ago. Hobbes is cool, says I, but not nearly as cool as the sudden energy drop I'm bound to hit in under fifteen minutes. But don't worry! I have my contingencies mapped out! ::Shakes an instant-coffee-bag-holding-bag:: When I open this and get a whiff of the bag inside, I'm sure to remain conscious for at least eighteen minutes afterwards, giving me time to finish up the final touches on my paper, return to my dorm, and collapse.
I tell you. It's not pleasant shaz. Alas; this is what you get when you don't do much work on the weekend where you told yourself that you would be doing it in bunches. Lots of bunches. Like bunches of oats (with honey).
Anyways, my coherence is being hampered by the time-constraints I've placed on myself (that and the bloody hour--I'm not looking forward to the end result of this first draft).
And so I must sign off. Just remember that I love all of you--except those of you that smell more like cottage cheese than cottage cheese. That's just gross.
Ah, and Mademoiselle Erin, you are more than free to take the name of Keçi for your dear hedgehog, even though it does mean "Goat." If I knew the Turkish word for hedgehog, I would probably tell you, but as it stands, my poorly diversified vocabulary must show itself in all its glory.
Speaking of Keçi, a holler out to females who purchase stuffed goats for goat-lovers at zoos! That's right! Go females!
And now back to your regular, scheduled broadcast. Hasta la byebye.
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