*bang goes the broom*
Recipe For Disaster & Insomnia:
~ Seeing that the Snitch has been sighted on firebolt_elite which means OMG, the deadline for this round is in the next forty-eight hours and I ONLY HAVE 90 WORDS WRITTEN OUT OF 500!!!
~ Believing that I could sleep with the knowledge on my mind - being disabused of this foolish throughly by my knife-wielding muse who is high on chocolate again or something (Marce, I thought you broke her of this terrible addiction).
~ Writing 410 vaguely strung together words and deciding that they were as good as it'd get due to my current bout of distr - oh look, a shiny! *muse snaps whip* I mean... I finished it.
~ Boys above me playing with the broomstick again. If I could be bothered to pull on pants, I'd get the RA on duty or go up myself, but I really can't be bothered that much. I don't even know where my pants went right now.
~ Being unable to locate my happy, fluffy, warm Little Mermaid blanket that makes sleeping happy.
I think I need to sleep now... yes, there are things I have to do tomorrow. Uhh... supporting the mass uprising of students against Ann Coulter coming to this fridgid campus of the arctic? Why yes, yes I DON'T want my student activity fee to pay for her... I also want to play games with CFA after, and go to Munising to see puppies and play Guitar Hero III with my brother and Lee on Friday.
Wait - what day is it? Was yesterday the day when I got up at seven in the a.m. for work or am I hallucinating Wednesday and Sean saying that he took a sharpened katana to his arm to see if the armor really worked? That might've been in the dream about Bigfoot, Kid and bears in leaf piles, come to think of it.
Marce... I plead... take the muse back, she'll cure depression. Or read my last entry, it was full of laughs and less-insanity-of-insomnia. Though I'm really rather quite amused by everything right now. ^-^
~ Seeing that the Snitch has been sighted on firebolt_elite which means OMG, the deadline for this round is in the next forty-eight hours and I ONLY HAVE 90 WORDS WRITTEN OUT OF 500!!!
~ Believing that I could sleep with the knowledge on my mind - being disabused of this foolish throughly by my knife-wielding muse who is high on chocolate again or something (Marce, I thought you broke her of this terrible addiction).
~ Writing 410 vaguely strung together words and deciding that they were as good as it'd get due to my current bout of distr - oh look, a shiny! *muse snaps whip* I mean... I finished it.
~ Boys above me playing with the broomstick again. If I could be bothered to pull on pants, I'd get the RA on duty or go up myself, but I really can't be bothered that much. I don't even know where my pants went right now.
~ Being unable to locate my happy, fluffy, warm Little Mermaid blanket that makes sleeping happy.
I think I need to sleep now... yes, there are things I have to do tomorrow. Uhh... supporting the mass uprising of students against Ann Coulter coming to this fridgid campus of the arctic? Why yes, yes I DON'T want my student activity fee to pay for her... I also want to play games with CFA after, and go to Munising to see puppies and play Guitar Hero III with my brother and Lee on Friday.
Wait - what day is it? Was yesterday the day when I got up at seven in the a.m. for work or am I hallucinating Wednesday and Sean saying that he took a sharpened katana to his arm to see if the armor really worked? That might've been in the dream about Bigfoot, Kid and bears in leaf piles, come to think of it.
Marce... I plead... take the muse back, she'll cure depression. Or read my last entry, it was full of laughs and less-insanity-of-insomnia. Though I'm really rather quite amused by everything right now. ^-^