check this out

For those of you who have neither shadowycat nor scatteredlogic on their flist but like to read HP fanfic (or just need a good laugh and have already read HP and the Chamber of Secrets), check out shadowycat's Dueling With Dolts, her contribution to Flitwick's birthday.

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It's eight minutes to one. The army lady only works until one. She's got eight minutes left to call me. So would the fucking phone please ring now!! This is about my future, dammit!

EDIT: And the computer clock is off by ten minutes. As is my wrist watch.

EDIT EDIT: OK, so she didn't call. Not at eight minutes to one, not at five to one or at one or one-thirty. And neither could I reach her. Which means I had to write to the university and ask them to wait another day before deciding.
Mom thinks there's a technical problem within the army network, as we haven't heard from my brother for a while either, and he usually emails regularly. But I rather think she just forgot about it or is ill or something. Damn.

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Political science appeals to three basic types of people: Pre-law students (insert punchline here), persons interested in foreign service (while we do have diplomatic missions in Paris, Fiji, and the Bahamas, bear in mind that we also have people in Gdansk, Ouagadougou, and Ulaan Bator), and persons who are actually interested in politics. The latter are guaranteed perpetual employment, since the only thing more difficult to explain than the ridiculous, self-contradictory behavior of politicians is the ridiculous, self-contradictory behavior of voters.

Credit for this link goes to baronbrian, Supreme Overlord of Finding Amusing Links.

Anyway, how was my day?
Waited all morning for a call that never came.
My computer decided it was time I got off the internet around two and broke down.
I drove to town for clarinet lesson only to discover that it's fall vacation, therefore no lessons.
The email I send to the university, telling them I had not received a message from the army and asking them to wait another day was rejected by the postmaster of the university because of an unknown failure.

Now wasn't that fun?

But my parents aren't home, so I'm going to cheer myself up by watching Labyrinth

Post a Poem

According to angharad, there is something like a Post a Poem meme.
I decided to post the first English poem I have ever learned. My brother learned it in school and told it at home, so pretty much everybody in my family quotes parts of it from time to time. We're a weird bunch, I know.
( Poem and more rambling behind cut )