joyce

allright. anyone who's ever asserted to me that sociology is dead easy and not a real science, i want you to come grok Mead (in the original, not the dumbed down soc 101 book) the first time through. or even the second.

heh. i'm at 849 nine words, which right now is one and a half pages, single spaced. we're supposed to have 2000. this is going to be a long essay... at least the material is starting to make sense.

i haven't touched vim in many, many moons. i'm merrily typing along in my paper (1725 words! i wonder if we can count the citations) when i want to go to the word "part" at the end of the line. so i start to type /part in the middle of my word doc.

essay's done. pretty well long enough. it's not a load of wonderful interesting sociological theory, but it's decent. the professor likes my writing; i'll do decently enough.

and now, after scowling at the gentleman who said in the discussion thread "what man doesn't expect to see a nice looking woman?" i'm going to ... get dolled up and go out on a date with my boy. it's different, though. he doesn't expect me to be all girly and stuff; he likes it when i am, but he's also happy enough when i'm bumming around the house in pjs and pigtails. and that makes all the difference...