*fret*

So. Yes. In lieu of taking a three-credit seminar next semester, I've agreed to take an Honors Thesis -- IDIS 493. This is usually done over the course of a year, but Doctor Connelly assured me it could be done in one semester (if I worked my ass off). This means I need to think of a topic soon -- within the week or so -- and then start rounding up faculty advisors/resource persons for my thesis. The problem, of course, is that I can't think of anything to thesis-ize about. Past thesis topics have included:

"Obstacles Women Encounter on the Management Track"

"The Impact of the Political Model on United States Supreme Court Decisions"

"Variable Star CCD Photometry and Analysis"

"The Christianizing of Norway: Politics and Religion"

"Readers Theater Scripts"

"The Life and Works of the Mathematician Archimedes"

"Prints and Reflections on Ireland"

To conclude, I desperately need to think of an Honors Thesis on which I can work. Joan suggested I do something involving fan fiction, but I don't know (a) what I would do or (b) who would be a good faculty advisor for that. I'm leaning toward something involving literature or writing or psychology (my three big interests, as most of you know), but I haven't a clue where to start. Does anyone have any suggestions? Comments? Ideas? Questions?

Please?

In other words, NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow. My plot is bad, but workable. ^__^

Music download.

Here's another song -- aren't you happy? (Once again, I couldn't care less if you comment or not. If the bandwidth goes over or the link stops working, let me know and I'll re-upload the song for you.)


Title: Here's to the Night
Artist: Eve 6
Comments: I have written so many stories while listening to this song that it's not even funny. I've also made icons, banners, and the like with this as a theme or while this was playing in the background. It's a very melancholy (but pretty!) song that I listen to whenever I'm writing something bizarre, funny, or not-at-all sentimental. Don't ask me why. ^.^

The Song

One minute.

NaNoWriMo starts in one minute.

...or is it two? (Clocks are stupid.)

In other news, Joan just looked in the mirror, turned around, and cried "We should take pictures of my breasts!" She claims it's to judge the size, to see if they actually grow larger while she's sleeping or if she's just hallucinating or something, but I'm not sure. I think she's just narcissitic (kidding, kidding). Now she's groping herself.

AH, IT'S MIDNIGHT OMGWTFBBQBAINGOSPLODEYNOOOOOO!