Today I have to write an essay, due tomorrow, on what I'm going to do with my advanced degree to help my community. Based on this essay, I and three others will be chosen from a pool of twenty, to get tuition and a stipend of $10,000 for our next year of school. So, like, no pressure, but even so I can't come up with a thing other than "Cancer sucks for people, and I'd like to try to make it suck less." I suppose I could be more specific. But, you know, mid-semester malaise right now. Heavy sighs all around.
Watched the Project Runway Reunion. OMG DANIEL V. I'LL BE YOUR 20%. God. It's the nose, I think. And his kindness when he comforted Marla after watching the tape of the other designers shredding her. He's just so nice. It's strange. Other than that, um... was Guadalupe wasted? I hope so. Otherwise, I fear for her. Santino... Santino, Santino. I can't quite hate you, although God knows I try. You will come away from this learning the most about yourself, I think. Daniel Franco, what a freak. Yet somehow, I agree with everything he says, and so do the other designers, really. They should bring him back next season omg! That would be hilarious. Every season, Daniel Franco. Fucking awesome.
I love this show.
Have spent today reading JuC and drabbling unsuccessfully, but happily. Hey, no wonder I can't get that Fellowship essay going! My idea of fellowship is kind of... pointed in other directions right now. Uh.
Oh, yeah. I have another response from the Evil Professor, but I'm in such a relaxed, zen state right now that I haven't read it. Plus, the evilness of making her wait for a response is pleasing me so much. Ha HAA.
Back to the drabbles! Damn, I've forgotten how to write.