Friday Night Fever
Finally it's Friday.
It doesn't really mean that I can relax, though. I've got this big paper to do, and the deadline is next Friday. I still have to finish two books for it and read masses of news AND write about five pages for it. I suppose I can't really have some relaxing time this weekend. Fuck you, studies. But I can't seem to stop loading stuff for myself - just today I borrowed two exam books (both with +200 pages) for the next course. But today the world can just go screw itself because I'm going to eat ice cream and put my brain in the off position.
Guess when I finally fell asleep last night? Around fucking 5 a.m. At the morning, I was so tired I could hardly get up, and I got one hell of a headache. Luckily some apirin and breakfast helped a little, but I was fully awake only when I got a cup of coffee at the school cafe.
And what about the exam? Some idiot had come up with the greatest idea ever: let's rearrange the exam occasion! I won't go into details, but it was a nightmare after a poorly slept night and with my cranky mood. Papers were missing, I got the wrong questions, there were two questions when the course was only worth 2 credits... And when I was finally ready and went for a lunch, they only thing I could bring myself to eat was this really greasy kebab and fried potatoes, and I still got this disgusting taste of garlic in my mouth (I absolutely hate garlic). Luckily the salads were pretty good, though. After all I was just feeling so bad that I threw all the caution away, bought chocolate and ice cream and plan to consume that all this night while grumpily watching some Supernatural or X-files. I would have gone to a book store too, but I knew I would only end up buying something, and I need to watch my budget. I just love books - currently I am reading bibliography of Casanova. Of course I shouldn't with all the school stuff, but telling a bibliophile try and control themselves is work for madmen.
By the way, I finished yet another spitefic during my insomnia and posted it on twispitefic . It's called "The Price Of Arrogance", if you were wondering. I'm kind of proud of it, even though it includes a father having to find his daughter killed in a car accident. But who said you can only write about nice and pretty things? I think writing spitefics will help me with my own stuff, since you get to explore different kind of situations and emotions. The weird thing about some fandoms is that the fanfiction is in some cases much better than the original works.
I want to buy some shoes. I love shoes. I want a new pair now. Preferably red heels. Why is it so hard to find perfect red heels, I ask?
It doesn't really mean that I can relax, though. I've got this big paper to do, and the deadline is next Friday. I still have to finish two books for it and read masses of news AND write about five pages for it. I suppose I can't really have some relaxing time this weekend. Fuck you, studies. But I can't seem to stop loading stuff for myself - just today I borrowed two exam books (both with +200 pages) for the next course. But today the world can just go screw itself because I'm going to eat ice cream and put my brain in the off position.
Guess when I finally fell asleep last night? Around fucking 5 a.m. At the morning, I was so tired I could hardly get up, and I got one hell of a headache. Luckily some apirin and breakfast helped a little, but I was fully awake only when I got a cup of coffee at the school cafe.
And what about the exam? Some idiot had come up with the greatest idea ever: let's rearrange the exam occasion! I won't go into details, but it was a nightmare after a poorly slept night and with my cranky mood. Papers were missing, I got the wrong questions, there were two questions when the course was only worth 2 credits... And when I was finally ready and went for a lunch, they only thing I could bring myself to eat was this really greasy kebab and fried potatoes, and I still got this disgusting taste of garlic in my mouth (I absolutely hate garlic). Luckily the salads were pretty good, though. After all I was just feeling so bad that I threw all the caution away, bought chocolate and ice cream and plan to consume that all this night while grumpily watching some Supernatural or X-files. I would have gone to a book store too, but I knew I would only end up buying something, and I need to watch my budget. I just love books - currently I am reading bibliography of Casanova. Of course I shouldn't with all the school stuff, but telling a bibliophile try and control themselves is work for madmen.
By the way, I finished yet another spitefic during my insomnia and posted it on twispitefic . It's called "The Price Of Arrogance", if you were wondering. I'm kind of proud of it, even though it includes a father having to find his daughter killed in a car accident. But who said you can only write about nice and pretty things? I think writing spitefics will help me with my own stuff, since you get to explore different kind of situations and emotions. The weird thing about some fandoms is that the fanfiction is in some cases much better than the original works.
I want to buy some shoes. I love shoes. I want a new pair now. Preferably red heels. Why is it so hard to find perfect red heels, I ask?