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Feb. 5th, 2006 05:38 pmWell, it's official. Ever since I received my uni results, I've lived in a sort of degree-limbo, in which it looked like I now had a BA but I couldn't actually prove it until nameless officials looked over my academic record and decided whether or not it was wise to let me become a Bachelor of Arts in Professional Writing. Of course, during this phase I entertained myself with as many doubts as possible, ranging from "What if they don't let me pass because it's almost ten years since I did my first year subjects?" right through the gamut to "What if my application to graduate was stolen by internet demons??"
And once more I proved that all this worrying is going to be bad for my health in the future, because the transcript of officialness arrived on Thursday and it looks like they're going to let me graduate after all.
This is most heartening, as I'm sure you can all imagine. It might be just a bit of paper with a slightly tacky reflective sticker of officialness, but it means I've finally finished something that's been dogging me for years. It means I can go on to post graduate study should I wish to do so. It also means, according to popular belief, that I can now apply for that job at McDonalds that I've been hankering after all this time. Actually, there's one just down the road from us, so it would really cut down on travelling time.
Now I just have to start panicking that my official bit of graduation paper won't arrive and that they'll call the whole thing off again.
I hereby vow to stop using the word "official" in this post. I'm getting sick of the sight of it.
In other news, I'm biting my nails to the quick as I watch the progress of Postcards through ye olde magazine slush-pile. 'Tis quite nerve-wracking. Luckily, I've been able to distract myself with Pickle (of course) and our new toys. Said toys take the shape of mobile phones and it seemed that all the fates had decided we were to have new ones. For a start, my Timothy's phone had developed a habit of letting him speak to me for ten seconds before cutting him off mid-sentence. It made it rather difficult to hold a conversation longer than "Hi! I..." It also turned out that our current service provider was merging with its sister company and we were being offered a waiver of our old plan and an upgrade to a new one as part of the deal. Who could gainsay such signs? Not us, certainly. Obedient to the wishes of fate, we went off and picked up our new phones yesterday and have spent the subsequent hours being amazed, bewildered and frustrated by the things.
Ah, the wonders of modern technology.
In further news, Pickle held an impromptu photo shoot the other day and allowed me to take copious pictures of her looking adorable. (Right now, she's sitting on top of our old VCR and looking defiantly comfortable...) Here are the results:

Here is Pickle, pretending to be shy and withdrawn. I'd believe her, if
she hadn't just chosen the most photogenic spot in the room in which
to lie down. She was practically begging me to drop what I was
doing and photograph her.

I love the detail of her eyes in this one! She was gazing right into the
sunlight, as you can see by the narrowness of her irises.

This is my favourite shot. It makes me wonder what on earth she's
thinking about. I know it's probably brids or her next meal, but it
looks impressive nonetheless.
Now there's a cat who knows she's beautiful.
And once more I proved that all this worrying is going to be bad for my health in the future, because the transcript of officialness arrived on Thursday and it looks like they're going to let me graduate after all.
This is most heartening, as I'm sure you can all imagine. It might be just a bit of paper with a slightly tacky reflective sticker of officialness, but it means I've finally finished something that's been dogging me for years. It means I can go on to post graduate study should I wish to do so. It also means, according to popular belief, that I can now apply for that job at McDonalds that I've been hankering after all this time. Actually, there's one just down the road from us, so it would really cut down on travelling time.
Now I just have to start panicking that my official bit of graduation paper won't arrive and that they'll call the whole thing off again.
I hereby vow to stop using the word "official" in this post. I'm getting sick of the sight of it.
In other news, I'm biting my nails to the quick as I watch the progress of Postcards through ye olde magazine slush-pile. 'Tis quite nerve-wracking. Luckily, I've been able to distract myself with Pickle (of course) and our new toys. Said toys take the shape of mobile phones and it seemed that all the fates had decided we were to have new ones. For a start, my Timothy's phone had developed a habit of letting him speak to me for ten seconds before cutting him off mid-sentence. It made it rather difficult to hold a conversation longer than "Hi! I..." It also turned out that our current service provider was merging with its sister company and we were being offered a waiver of our old plan and an upgrade to a new one as part of the deal. Who could gainsay such signs? Not us, certainly. Obedient to the wishes of fate, we went off and picked up our new phones yesterday and have spent the subsequent hours being amazed, bewildered and frustrated by the things.
Ah, the wonders of modern technology.
In further news, Pickle held an impromptu photo shoot the other day and allowed me to take copious pictures of her looking adorable. (Right now, she's sitting on top of our old VCR and looking defiantly comfortable...) Here are the results:

Here is Pickle, pretending to be shy and withdrawn. I'd believe her, if
she hadn't just chosen the most photogenic spot in the room in which
to lie down. She was practically begging me to drop what I was
doing and photograph her.

I love the detail of her eyes in this one! She was gazing right into the
sunlight, as you can see by the narrowness of her irises.

This is my favourite shot. It makes me wonder what on earth she's
thinking about. I know it's probably brids or her next meal, but it
looks impressive nonetheless.
Now there's a cat who knows she's beautiful.
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on 2006-02-05 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-02-05 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-02-05 06:51 am (UTC)I just want to hug her! Though she is probbaly like most cats and doesn't tolerate being handled at all :P
Congratumalations on the degree! Shiny piece of paper with an impressive seal!
Now sign into MSN! LorF business!!!
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on 2006-02-05 07:33 am (UTC)*signs in*
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on 2006-02-05 07:33 am (UTC)And congrats for your degree! Go you!
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on 2006-02-05 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-02-05 08:58 am (UTC)I'm glad you like the photos. I also like the "shy" one, if only for the way the shadows make her look mysterious. :)
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on 2006-02-05 08:20 am (UTC)Congratulations! Wooo! What an achievement! :D
And I love those pictures of Pickle! From the other pictures i didnt realise she was a long haired cat. And she has lovely eyes too
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on 2006-02-05 08:59 am (UTC)Pickle's eyes are indeed gorgeous. She also has this endearing habit of looking up at you in an adoring way, usually in an attempt to get us to do something. Still, it looks cute nonetheless.
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on 2006-02-05 09:39 am (UTC)Remind me which magazine you sent 'Postcards' to? And how long it's been?
(I have nothing out at the moment - Ideomancer sent me back - so I need to be on vicarious tenterhooks for your stories.)
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on 2006-02-05 10:39 pm (UTC)I send Postcards to ASIM and it seems to be doing well so far. Mind you, it's rather hard to go through everyday life with all of your fingers crossed for luck...
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on 2006-02-05 10:26 am (UTC)And Pickle be a most beautiful specimen.
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on 2006-02-05 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-02-05 10:54 am (UTC)You're right, it does get annoying :P
Officially,
Official Cat (the official one)
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on 2006-02-05 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-02-05 01:22 pm (UTC)You must let all of your faithful
stalkersreaders know when you receive the final Piece of Paper. The Piece of Paper will no doubt also demand photos, though maybe not for DevArt.no subject
on 2006-02-05 10:44 pm (UTC)I shall indeed keep all informed, although I think I have to wait until April or May before the Final Piece of Paper arrives. Meanwhile, I'll just live through my transcript.
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on 2006-02-05 02:33 pm (UTC)I love the last picture of Pickle, so pensive ("damn, I was going for thoughtful" Sorry, 10 things I hate about you-moment lol)
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on 2006-02-05 07:53 pm (UTC)Pickle is adorable. I love her eyes and her pink-and-black nose.
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on 2006-02-05 10:47 pm (UTC)*joins in the dance*
I've been dancing quite a bit on the internet of late.
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on 2006-02-06 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-02-06 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-02-06 09:03 pm (UTC)And much congratulations on the "officialness" (I'm allowed to use the word now, right? =3) of your degree. Nothing like having that final brick laid down, eh?
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on 2006-02-06 09:57 pm (UTC)Indeed, it feels great to be official. :)