It's three in the morning, I'm halfway through my T.S. Eliot essay and I have totally, totally failed at keeping the promise I made to myself not to use the internet today. I think I've checked my email more times in the last three hours than I did all last week ( Read more... )

Well, about two weeks ago I posted about Thunderbirds and angst. May as well follow up on that ( Read more... )

Why do people write in library books? I borrowed a book from Robarts that has notes, not to mention highlighted and underlined passages, by at least five different people. And damnit, they're not even good notes ( Read more... )

So I'm no longer freaking out. And hey, it's only been three days, so that's a pretty big achievement for me. Usually my birthday breakdown lasts at least a week. And yeah, I'm not too happy about the fact that I'm never going to be able to achieve greatness or normalcy (because everyone should get one or the other, right?) and I can't really seem ( Read more... )