Hell. Yes.

IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST AMEN.

(Am not endorsing religion, am just exceedingly happy that my proposal is my finally approved. Fuck yeah.)

So now that I've had time to settle down, stop stroking the paper, and barely succeed at containing the urge to make out with it, I've got to say, as if it wasn't clear enough already, that I'm very happy with this. This is the beginning of a new chapter in my university career. Nay, graduate career. I am finally in the process of working on my thesis. No longer in the dreaded, demonic, and painful proposal stage. I am one step closer to graduating!

I'm not going to lie, I was very very lucky. A sequence of events occurred that made the chips all fall into place. I got the missing signature, the department director finally managed to speak to the other professor who's signature I needed (she had approved, but I didn't get her signature before she left on vacation: d'oh), and the registry block was removed just in time for me to register thesis once again. Awesome, positively awesome. Because, of course, you know this means...I HAVE A JOB.

Wee!

At last, no more asking for money whenever I needed cash to get gas, or go out, or simply have some emergency funds. I did have a certain amount saved since the beginning of the year for precisely this dry spell, but it has been depleted. The comfort of having a paycheck, oh, only those who earn it know the relief...

Anyway. On a sadder note, one of my uncles passed away. He was 72 years old and unfortunately had been in a car accident. He had a good life, but it's sad to see him go. Mom and I will be going to the funeral tomorrow (though I'll have to sneak out several times because I still have to pay school fees and get a new parking permit, urgh).

I'd like to thank everyone who put up with me, helped me, egged me on through this proposal period.