FINISHED STORY LESS THAN 40 MINUTES LATE. I wrote like 7K today, goddamn. It ended up...uh, kind of how I wanted it. I really don't want to redo all the formatting to post it here, but if anyone for...words. And...very much not like the two stories we're workshopping next week. Erk. And I haven't eaten since the peanut butter and brownies of this afternoon. Uh. Yay? god I'm tired. And hungry. Oy

ohhh man. So. Got paper finished (badly) and lab book scribbled in but not finished (only the last lab, though; the first two are perfect), and turned it all in about fifteen minutes late. Walked out of... Things should be okay. OH ALSO I HAD A DREAM THAT I WAS IN A SMEYER BOOK and I verbally bitchslapped Bella for being a moron. And escaped death by creepy Smeyervamp. So yeah that was fun. In a way

McCain's Magical Mystical 'Merican Meme Machine : It's like basically the funniest thing I've seen in the last week. Got an extension on story, hurrah. Remember chemistry from last night, double hurrah. Still have like a thousand words to write on paper. NOT hurrah. D: TIME TO DO THAT SHIT I SHALL CATCH YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE, AS THE COOL KIDS SAY

just wanted to say that October 22nd is going to SUCK: -first draft of story is due -lab report worth 25% of my grade is due -5.12 test -six hours of class CRYING AND IT'S TWO WEEKS AWAY oh and today I have a meeting on internships for the next two summers. I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO CARE ABOUT EMPLOYMENT; I AM FAILING CHEMISTRY.

So only the most famous knitblogger EVAH is going to be right up the fucking street from me on Wednesday, October 15th at 7PM. I have a class on Wednesday nights starting at 7PM. HAAAATE. ...in...or something, but I know not how -I used the phrase "flaming interdimensional dino-bird" in my Totally Srs Mist response. because there was one. GOD I HATED THAT BOOK -I am punting so hard right no

the ten walruses of zen why the fuck am i still awake oh right because i never do any fucking work. good night.

good goddamn I am so sick I am going to finish everything I have to do in the next five hours and then I am going to fucking SLEEP this may or may not be aided by cold medicine okay: -500 words on...genre I'm going to be writing in, and some commentary on Wastelands short stories - email by midnight -reread chapter 2 of Allen/Thomas and take notes, this time not skipping math -skim 5.12 readin

PROOF THAT THE WORLD IS SANE - LEXICONGATE FINALLY OVER - FOR CERTAIN VALUES OF OVER; JUDGE RULES THAT RDR IS FULL OF FAIL dammit, so between this and Rpattz Cockblocked f_w is probably exploding, but... RDR called out for being stealing stealers who steal while trying to say that "no, taking without permission is very different , gosh, are you dense". roflfuckingcopter, bitches. and now I sleep

ugh gosh I'm really tired. Lame, because today I have read a book, read a lot of BD fallout and an epic s_f post, and finished a sweater. So I spent, like, ten hours hunched over my computer or my knitting...no one wants to HEAR THAT you MEAN PERSON, and by the way you're WRONG. MEANIE. Or "don't like it; don't read it", which is always fun... Sadly, most of these come from people older than me. Gehhhhhhh

Guh. Took a (two-hour!) nap at 8AM and it felt more like real sleep than the seven-hour sleep yesterday afternoon. Whaaaaat, brain. What is wrooooong with you. And I really should be working - I've done...there was a bookpile in Building 3 this afternoon, and I grabbed a copy of Snow Crash , a collection of Ray Bradbury short stories, and this thing called Winner of the National Book Award . Yay books