a little less than the girl next door (in_transit) wrote,
a little less than the girl next door
in_transit

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mental list of to-dos

the typology assignment's killing me. eight more languages to thirty, and my sampling's totally haphazard. how to explain to him that past sec two, i never touched geog ever again, so i can't read maps and i don't know what country's what and which languages belong to which?! i spent the last four hours studying the stuff on ethnologue and i'm only like slightly past halfway through, and not even sure i'm even close to fulfilling his requirements. back to feeling like an idiot in mark's class. *sulk*

spent the day at home. apart from typology, felt pretty productive. mainly because i managed to finish reading chapter one of the pragmatics book. (which is really, really unproductive. really.) it's supposed to be really easy reading, which i don't disagree with. and i took two hours to do that, snacking a lot in between. and i didn't touch the psycholing stuff at all though i have tutorial for that in the morning. but i visited the stylistics site (so as not to disappoint my avid tracker of a lecturer) and read this week's notes and stuff. strange, all that felt like a whole lot, but typed out, they suddenly seem so little. shucks. so much to do, so much time to do it... but no discipline.

i also spent the day playing neopets--exploding robotic grundos with my super speedy typing skills, scavenging the fridge for huat kueh, dumplings, red bean soup, chocolate, vitagen; finishing two people's portions of dinner, watching the 11-12pm, 7-8, 9-10 drama serials with yati, ripping dong dong songs into the lappie, reading days and days of old issues of the newpaper and walking up and down the house aimlessly... all just so to avoid doing work. now, why does that sound so much more than the schoolwork i actually accomplished? hmm.

got scolded for losing the guarantee card thingamy i was supposed to send out for the router. i think i looked too guilty when my dad came back, he immediately guessed it. my sis bought one of those gym balls (we know it as a fitball) 'cos they were apparently selling it for only fifteen bucks over at nie today. so when we have time to inflate it, i can sit on it in front of the comp like it's a chair... just like mark! how cool. the instructions for the ball come in a foreign language. which doesn't bother me... guess why? :p

here's the nice song i'm listening to right now. the lyrics are quite sweet too. *pinch pinch* lots to do tomorrow... just so i can better remember, allow me to list them out here--rbr the yule book, rbr stylistics stuff, finish up typology assignment, do cda readings. sigh. things are slowly piling up. too much to keep in mind, i keep writing out lists and then losing them, and when i finally locate them again, they're out-of-date already.

okay, gotta leave for the real world again. please listen to my nice song. it's only 461kb. nighty.
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