Field of Daize’s

Okies, finished the first draft of the intro.

Now I want to find a way of transferring it to the website, so that I can get the people that have so graciously agreed to proof it to give their opinions.

HAve to vacate the labs anyways.

First Draft Intro word count : 2347
Total Wordcount : 9559
Mood : strangely calm.

Well, it seems as though I am a bad academic, and a bad boy for not returning emails. I’ll hide my head in shame, but first there is the small matter of actually finishing off this stupid intro.. which is still half done.

Fuck.

Wordcount : so the same that it is killing me.

What the hey? Someone up in the great big ol’ sky must have cashed in all the karma points I had, because it is rainging goodness at the Ortiz house at the moment!!!
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It is now less than an hour before I go and pick up my uncle from the airport! That is right, my uncle will be staying with us for some weeks, which I am very much looking forward to. It shall also make the leaving of my mother easier, which is nice, since we’ve gotten on quite well this time around.
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Sitting in secret lab with boy by side. Daniel has been blowing (my mind) with too many ideas. Story boards… film story boards. The link is nothing short of brilliant.

Mood : let me live again!
Wordcoutn : same

I’m going to go home… as kinda procrastination, but justified one. I’m tired, for starters. Also, I kinda errased some of teh work that I’d done, and I want to get that from teh back ups I have at home. I really don’t need to..but I should get home anyhoots. Have to clean up room for uncle’s arrival.

Damn tired am I.
If I’m lucky, I can finish the intro today.

Mood : asleep on my chair.
wordcount : 9397 and dropping
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This pharmacy lab is getting better. Not too many people today, which is good.

Looking out the window, I saw a girl that used to do gym in the same place I did. We were both part of the early crowd… getting there about 7ish. She used to put in a fair bit of effor in the stairs machine. She needed it. Now, two years later, she looks good, real good. Those stairs paid off.. you fat slag.

Looking at the intro that I had written… even with a short span of teh week that I’ve been seriously working on teh thesis… my ideas have changed so much.. and they are far more grounded and solid. Partly thanks to Daniel, who was great in sound boarding ideas to. Also a lot to do with reading Michael Carter’s work, who writes so frikin’ well.

Now I am procrastinating.. inserting quotes and gathering strength to do what I must.

Mood : cold.
Word count : After quotes and stuff… 9492

Fuck. I woke up early today, even though I got little sleep. And the whole day has been wasted already with endless emails and stuff. Must get down to some work.

This is the part that I loathe. I’ve put down most of the ideas in teh first three chapters down on paper.. now I have to make them make sense, to me and to the dear reader. I have to put poncy sentence structures like “The single and heterogenous signs [within a panel] are not interpreted autonomously, but in context to each other”.

Mood : groggy.
Wordcount : same (but with more quotes, if that makes sense).

Let it be known throughout the land that I am a proud Buffy Society of Sydney University card holder, and do so unashamedly. Hence my next community service announcment, that is sure to delight you all.

There is going to be an ANGEL trivia night on Friday. Regardless of what it sounds like, it seems as though it will probably be quite fun.

where: caffe tra baci, maning building level 1, Univesity of Sydney
time: 6:30
when: friday 26th
cost: $3 subuffy soc members, $5 others

Come to a fun night of Angel, Angel and Angel (and maybe some Darla, Cordy and Fred).

don’t know why my last entry didn’t go through.. but…

I got the disk back. The attnedant opened the computer labs, and there it was. That was a scare. Went to coffee with Carmel, and did some reading. Found the best article ever!!! So cool, and it is basically supporting my view that comics are the coolest things ever.

Anyways….

Mood : relieved, but tired.
Wordcount : the same… thank god.

Ok, got security to open the room, and the disk was there. That was a scare! Will go home and make sure that I get a copy of it on my drive.

Went straight from there to coffee with Carmel, where we both talked comics for a bit, and then we read some articles.

The library lights are now off….

Mood : what the?
word count : same.

SHIT!!! I just finished writing up the fucker.. and now all of a sudden I can’t find the disk. The labs at Education (my last venue) are now closed. I’m going to try and get them open by someone… but I still feel that I’m rooted.

Please, let me find that fricking disk… for SF’s sake!! I really don’t want to loose the 2000 words that I did today.

Do I keep back ups? Offocurse not! I’m at uni… I really don’t know how I’d do that, unless it involves two diskettes. Dammit it to hell! I think I might put up copies of my work on this site, but then agian, that will take up some disk space

mood : Stressed out to the frickin’ max
Wordcount : DEAD.

SHIT!!! I just finished writing up the fucker.. and now all of a sudden I can’t find the disk. The labs at Education (my last venue) are now closed. I’m going to try and get them open by someone… but I still feel that I’m rooted.

Please, let me find that fricking disk… for SF’s sake!! I really don’t want to loose the 2000 words that I did today.

Do I keep back ups? Offocurse not! I’m at uni… I really don’t know how I’d do that, unless it involves two diskettes. Dammit it to hell! I think I might put up copies of my work on this site, but then agian, that will take up some disk space

mood : Stressed out to the frickin’ max
Wordcount : DEAD.

Ok, back in education (pharmacy was WAY too crowded), and feeling ok. I think I’ve just finished the draft of that chapter. Now I have to fix up the dastardly mess that is the intro, and then work on the fixing up of all the ideas in the first and second chapter. I can’t do this without a break.

Lucy likes my comics.. that is something positive from today.

Mood : Scarred
Wordcount : 9230 (this will undoubtedly go DOWN when I start to edit. Damn editing).

Sally just came and accosted me in the secret lab. She bought me the missing ingredient in my thesis preparation…. LOLLIES!!!

Filled with much huggles and sugar, I’m now ready to take on my thesis. Except I should probably go and see if Lucy is waiting for lunch. Hmm… might just get there at 1:15… which is a bit of a comprimise.

Nearly finished with the history of the comic strips.

Lost my fucking seat in the secret lives… no secret anymore… fuck fuck fuck… Lunch with lucy… she is here…. looking at my gorgeous ass….

Mood : refreshed
Wordcount : 8769

Getting there. god damned I’m bored of this already. I’m just not inspired at the moment… and it sucks ass to write when you are not inspired. I’ll read over these bits, and they’ll suck ass.

Mood : Blah
Wordcount : 8579

So I’m in the secret labs today, which are not all that secret anymore, it would seem. However, I have a prime location computer, I have beats, and I have an agenda. 9000 words by the end of the day.

Lunch with lucy at 1:00 (or 1:30… me knowing the answer to that would rely on memory that I just don’t posses). Have an agenda, so I should get to it.

Mood : Daized
Wordcount : same.

ok, not all is lost… I found the bit of info that I was missing at home.

i figure this chapter has about 2200 words to go. So when teh word count is up to 9000, i’ll be happy. This is a daft way of measuring progress, isn’t it.

Mood : tired
Wordcount : 7717

Walking from the post office to Fisher right now, I happened accross something. It is spring time, and the flowers are lining the walk on Science Rd. The sight is nothing short of breathtaking.

Walking amongst this visual reminder of spring, and looking at the neo-gothic architecture of the Main Building, I suddenly realised how damned lucky I am to be studying here in Sydney. Not just for the pretty decor, but the fact that I have the chance (through a fair bit of sacrifice from my parents) to study WHAT I want in a place that I have come to really appriciate.

Just before he left, my dad said that looking at the grounds, he can see why I am considering post-grad studies. And to be honest with myself, there is little I’d like more.

Ok, so this whole “forgetting my headphones at home” bullshit is really pissing me off. I really should not remember to bring them.. because I like listening to beats to center my writing.

So I’m being kicked out from the “exclusive” computer room and going to Fisher. I hate fisher.. but oh well. Should meet the word quota ok. Hopefully by the end of this week, I’ll have the intro, Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 ready for some serious proofing.

Mood : Bloated from Union Meal
Wordcount : 7240 (or with the missing bits… 7770).