1,900 (I move the stars for no one).
I feel like this is some kind of milestone I'm supposed to mark or something. 1,900 entries, and almost 7 years of writing in this damn journal. (So, that'd be the end of my freshman year of high school.) But ... the most I have to say here is that I hate the overdue conference paper I'm still finishing about Allen Ginsberg's "Kaddish," I'm totally sick of it and I have been for weeks, it's not been worth the effort at all, and screw this, I want to write something I actually care about. Which, right now, means either the rest of my novella or fanfiction. Mostly fanfiction. Particularly, Santana trying to hunt a poltergeist based on watching the Ghostfacers' youtube videos, screwing it up, and getting some hurt/comfort from Dave Karofsky (who is kind of begrudgingly coming to care about his closet lesbian fake-girlfriend).
Sighs. I also really want to reread HBP for some unfathomable reason. But ... meh. I guess I should quit complaining and just suck it up, write a substandard paper, and hope Ron takes into account the fact that, while late, my class papers this semester went above and beyond the call of duty. Like, regularly twice the required length (except for that time Ann Louise threatened to take my laptop away if I didn't stop writing), and more in depth than everybody else's papers "above and beyond the call of duty."
eta: I totally dumped a bunch of Glee icons onto a spare journal, and by "a bunch of Glee icons," I mean, "a bunch of Santana icons, and then some icons of other people too."
Sighs. I also really want to reread HBP for some unfathomable reason. But ... meh. I guess I should quit complaining and just suck it up, write a substandard paper, and hope Ron takes into account the fact that, while late, my class papers this semester went above and beyond the call of duty. Like, regularly twice the required length (except for that time Ann Louise threatened to take my laptop away if I didn't stop writing), and more in depth than everybody else's papers "above and beyond the call of duty."
eta: I totally dumped a bunch of Glee icons onto a spare journal, and by "a bunch of Glee icons," I mean, "a bunch of Santana icons, and then some icons of other people too."