Did you know there are three types of “dash” and each one represents a different way to punctuate? So hyphens (-) are only for hyphenating words and multi-part numbers. En Dashes (–) are for pages and year ranges. The Em Dash (—) is for strong breaks in the structure of a sentence.
I just spent the last hour going through every sentence of an academic paper making sure the proper hyphen/dash was used. I’m mentally shot. I meant to write out a nice post about my visit with Hope…but instead enjoy the actual thought that popped into my head and made me laugh while sitting here. Alone. With my dashes.
Me: “My! I use the em and en dashes a lot in my writing. I guess you could say I’m quite —dashing.”
Yesterday Hope and I went and saw the comedian Andrew Santino: (WARNING. SOME MATURE CONTENT)
He was pretty funny, especially his part about being a redhead. Somewhat vulgar. But worth going to go see!
He was preceded by Sandro Iocolano. I’m afraid he wasn’t that funny.
The host was David Freeburg and he was funny. I wish he had spoken a little longer.
Overall it was a fun experience and I like the ambiance of the place. I do wish the comedians realized they could be funny without throwing the f-word in every other sentence, though.
My friend Hope is visiting me from Iowa! We are going to a comedy club. Details tomorrowwww
Because I do not have enough on my plate right now*, my professor pointed out that if I’m going to Thailand next semester I should get on housing.
And because I’m me, that means housing in Thailand just became my newest life obsession. I’ve been really enthusiastic and talked myself into multiple options at this point. And talked myself out. Or called my Dad to talk me out. Because what I really want to do is decide Right Now and have this Off My To Do List. Heck, if someone put a lease in front me I’d probably sign it without thinking twice. Let’s do this!
Thankfully, there do appear to be a lot of really great, safe options. I think I’ll win with whatever I decide on.
This study abroad trip has sort of been a mythical beast in my mind but looking at apartments makes it seem more real.
Like, I might actually be going to Thailand. Ahhhhh!
* I realize sarcasm is the lowest form of humor, but it is that or insane, uncontrolled, despair-driven laughter so I feel this is the better choice.
My Mom, my best friends, and my doctor have all strongly hinted that I need to take stuff off my overburdened plate and de-stress my life. I agree; I just haven’t known how. I’ve talked myself in circles justifying every thing I do.
Today, however, was a bit of a wake up call. My boss told me he was giving me fewer tasks to complete since he felt I was too busy with other things. I had forwarded him a paper I wrote for school and he told me it read like I was running out the door. Which I was. Accordingly, he concluded I needed less work.
It wasn’t meant meanly. If anything, he did what no one else has been able to do…he saw how burdened I was and took it upon himself to lessen my load.
But you see, that’s work and work is fun. Work is not where I want to give stuff up. It has forced me to reevaluate – again – what I’m all doing. I came home and basically surrendered most of my authority in the club where I am president. And I have decided if people don’t pick up the slack I’m just going to flat out quit.
I can’t do it all.
I want to do it all.
This is a very difficult balance to find.
My family and friends tease me for my habit of buying a new planner whenever I decide I need to “manage my time better.” But since my senior year of college at least, I’ve lived out of a planner. That has been especially true in law school.
Except I lost my planner! I’ve been minus a planner for about 3 days now and I’m slowly going insane. Or not so slowly. I constantly feel like I’m forgetting something…and heck, I probably am! I sure hope I show up for work tomorrow and find I left it there because otherwise I’m doomed.