i really like your channel and i would like to send you fan mail but i’m not sure how my parents would feel about me sending a letter so a middle aged man (as i am a teenage girl 😅) is there any email adress that i can use to send you fanmail?
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Google is usually uncannily good at guessing what you want to know, but this time I searched for “author of don quixote” and it suggested Miguel de Cervantes, when what I actually wanted was Pierre Menard.
I JUST HAVE LIKE TWO MORE PAGES OF THIS THING TO EDIT AHHHHHHHH.
DAMN BRAIN KEEPS GETTING SIDETRACKED AND TRYING TO JUMP ONTO OTHER TASKS BUT I HAVE TO GET THIS IN BY THE END OF THE WEEK AND I’D REALLY JUST LIKE TO SEND IT OFF TONIGHT SO MY PROFESSOR CAN HAVE AT LEAST ONE WEEKDAY TO LOOK AT IT.
OH, WHAT’S THAT COOL INTERNSHIP YOU WANT TO APPLY TO? NO, FUCKING FOCUS ON THIS DAMN PAPER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS JUST FUCKING READ IT AND OCCASIONALLY CHANGE SOMETHING, HOLY SHIT. THE INTERNSHIP APPLICATION CLOSES IN F I V E D A Y S, THE PAPER IS A RIGHT NOW THING.
TUMBLR? DREAMWIDTH? HOT CHOCOLATE? OHHHHHH MY GOD JUST FUCKING FINISH THESE DAMN TWO PAGES, IT’S NOT HARD.
WHY DOES SHIT BRAIN DO THE THING??????
The second I hit send on the email to my professor, shit brain went “meh, I don’t want to do the internship application.”
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I was writing a ridiculously long response to a post that I saw on my dash and then I realized that the only thing that was really bothering me was that somebody was trying to define a word more precisely and the precision was based on vague concepts and I just get really irritated when people want cut-and-dry definitions for things so they can point to those definitions as an easy discourse gotcha rather than recognizing that word definition formation is a dialectical process and that not all words are actually as deep or meaningful as some people think they are and words that arose in “common sense” circumstances don’t need to have their existing definitions whittled down to a point just because we’re finally in a place where we can question the nature of “common sense” logic and just
like
it’s not the end of the world if words exist for things that are relevant in discussions of oppression but don’t have to intrinsically relate to the concept of oppression or the oppressed status of people in the vicinity of where that language is used.
If you’re trying to create a set of precise criteria for something and it relies on oppressed or oppressor status being distinct and mutually exclusive (even if it’s on a single axis), you’re literally not creating precision and idk what to tell you except that I have anxiety
I’m so close to having this paper done………. It was technically due in April, so it’s super overdue. I’m on the last body paragraph and trying incredibly hard to discipline myself to I can submit it by morning, along with a profuse apology. but my laptop is about to die and it doesn’t work if it’s plugged in so I guess it’s break time. Hopefully I end up getting to the right number of pages on my first go (although I forgot how many it was supposed to be…???) It’s pretty difficult trying to write in a language I haven’t had to use in months, but on the plus side the logic can be a lot looser because this isn’t like a course that actually teaches you how to masterfully use language.
ajsjsdkjsdjfksjdbksjnjkvk So I dug up the syllabus and it’s supposed to be 7 pages but I only got to 5 plus most of a 6th, and I ran out of points from my outline and I really didn’t want to send it later than today so I just submitted it and went like look I really just want to be done and also I’m not worried about my grade, thanks for being so flexible
I’ve also got a really morbid fear of professors being mad at me for being a terrible student, which is why I’m probably just going to fail the other unfinished class I have, because that prof is super scary and condescending and I’d really rather not have to look him in the eye and be like yeah I never did that paper I owe you
It’s not quite that I care that my asshole peers are antagonizing the professor… it’s that they’re doing it extremely loudly and this classroom reverbs and it makes me want to scream to be surrounded by this much noise.
Freshmen are the fucking worst. Stop caring about life and shut the fuck up, it’s too early for this.
