is now preliminarily half way done. I need to go through and edit the second half, and combine it with the first and see how they match up.

First half(which was the senior project, stats stacked up):
Words: 22,352
Paragraphs: 734
Dbl Spc, 12pt font, pages: 83

Second half(which some of will be the masters of arts thesis):
Words: 21,043
Paragraphs: 491(less talking in this part, more action!)
Dbl Spc, 12pt font, pages:71

Halfway done, halfway done, hoooooray!

Only ~45000 words to go, and the book is done. Just gotta write it, maybe another 6 months or so? Hopefully. Wheeee!

Hooray for sugar
’cause we love it
chocolate chips
we want more of it
cakes and iced cream
want to shove it
down our throats real fast!
-The immortal Animaniacs

So I’ve read Bonnie Zimmerman’s “What has never been” article for Lit Crit. And all I’ve gotta say so far is this:

gaaaaaaaay

No, seriously. Even on porn websites, I’ve yet to run into so many usages of the word lesbian.

Of course, I’ve got more to say about the whole article and what it suggests, but I’m going to let those thoughts coagulate, and then spew them forth.

But man….’lesbian’…uff.

what the hell is the evolutionary use of lettuce?

So this evening I was going out to lock the door…the cat wanted to go outside, as is her wont, and was bitching and yowling all night. So I let her out so she could do her thing and claw at the pine tree. She did so, and I went to pick her up.

She trilled, and ran away. Behind the trailer over. And I thought to myself, ‘Fuck this.’

So I went inside for a bit, but she didn’t come back so I went out with a shaker a couple of times, no sign of the retarded gray blur. On the third or fourth time out, Kamran came out to help me…we didn’t have a flash light. He went one way around the trailer and I the other way.

The retarded one showed up after a while of shaking a can with food inside it, and I brought her inside. I plopped her down on the ground and took off my jacket. I went over to check the lock on the door, and the frickin’ retard cat wanted to go out again. Fuck that.

Note to self: buy a flashlight.