It's a good day so far.
I got up, had a shower, checked e-mail, etc. Dr. D was free this morning, and Dr. Babits said my prospectus was good, and that he made me a wretched fourth shirt :)
So I went to campus, talked to Dr. Dudley about various bits... he is going to be on my committee, and he lent e a book in a new series that he reviewed ands said was good. He said it is Flashman-esque, only with the navy. The series is
The Reluctuant Adventures of Lieutenant Martin Jerrold, the first book is
The Blighted Cliffs. Should be fun... I'll probably put
A Game of Thrones on temporary hold and read this now, because it seems like it will be a quick read. I also picked up said shirt.
I got home and there was a message from Michelle, about her mail. So I called her back, and she is going to come pick it up, and also take me to the airport to get my bag 9yay!)
I have to admit, though, that I have a problem, and it bothers me. I hate asking for favours. I loathe it. *Loathe* it. It makes me feel like I am imposing on people. Instead I tend to do things like say "Oh I was planning to do *blah* the hard way later." and then sometimes people offer their help, and I will accept. Usually, I am not *exactly* angling for an offer. Today, for example, I was fully prepared to cab to the airport and back to get my bag before I talked to Michelle. But I mentionned it, because we were cooridinating times, and she offered to take me. So I said yes, because it will save me ~20$. But I did know that she might offer when I said it, and was secretly hoping she would. It just seems underhanded to me, adn yet it is easier than actualy asking for things. My twisted logic is that people don't have to offer to do things if they are really inconvenient for them. but I know that really, it is just me being tricky, or that is how it would seem to me. So even though I don't mean, really, to be wheedly, or passive aggressive about it, or whatever, I'm just going to have to suck up and start asking for things. And then, if I ever want to be really independant on my own, I'm going to have to learn to drive -_-
In other news, I burned my first grilled cheese sandwich discussing book theories with
aghrivaine. Bad Heather! Also, apart from reading, this afternoon/evening, I hope to get off my as and e-mail UCL people. Rar.