it's that time of year again
it's that time of year again. No, not that holly jolly winter holiday time. The end of the semester when EVERYTHING AND IT'S MOM is due. You have a million papers that are always the most important part of your grade because you have to explain to the professor absolutely everything you've ever learned and then there's those 6 finals when you only have 5 classes and for the life you, you can't figure out what that extra final is from and the group presentations that require a lame-as-hell powerpoint with people that you don't even know or vaguely like and the projects that mean absolutely nothing of consequence in the real world but, for some reason, are insanely necessary because they build some character trait you don't even want and you can't remember the last time you slept, but it was sometime in between the blink where you pressed the spacebar and slides 14-29 of the class lecture that you can't focus on (much less pay attention to) to save your life.
It's THAT time of year.
And when all this happens Kaila becomes slightly crazier as she gets more sleep deprived. Why, yes, i do in fact start talking to myself more out loud. Maybe it's because i need the verbal map of what i'm supposed to do or maybe it's because the filter between my thoughts and my vocal chords begins to falter due to stress, I don't know. What i do know is that i get looks in public. A lot. Quite frankly, talking to myself is nothing new. I, for some reason, narrate my life when i'm alone. I even comment on it like i'm one of those guys from mystery science theater and it's happening to someone else, but it's not. It's happening to me and i sound like a psycho. The difference between normal time and stress-end-of-semester time is that i forget that i'm in public and start narrating my life. That switch just gets turned off.
That, and i have this penchant for sleeping in public. Just now, fell asleep in the middle of the computer lab. Thank goodness i don't drive anymore. Could i tell you stories about that. Ha. Last semester was a doozy, even for me. I'll sum up the worst in 5 words. Fell. Asleep. While. Exiting. Turnpike. Yay for trains.
In other news, i found out yesterday that the original Lucky Spencer came back to GH in November. I was so stoked. I hadn't been that excited since 3 days ago when i found out about Ryan Reynolds and Deadpool. It's so great because 3 out of the 4 original musketeers that I loved are back. It sucks, though, because Lucky and Liz are basically supposed to be true love forever sort of people but Liz has had 2 boys with 2 fathers that HAVEN'T been Lucky even though she's been married to him the most and for the longest. Also, they're playing some crazy stupid storyline where Liz and Lucky are getting remarried now, but Liz and Nikolas are secretly in love. Way to steal your brother's girl, Nik. This never would have happened if Emily hadn't died. That's also another reason why the 4 musketeers can never get back together: because they're killing off all the quartermaines. Nikolas has some random son hanging around so at least the Cassadines (who have been severely depleted too) are continuing. Now we need another Spencer so that when Lucky finds out about Nikolas Wolverining her away, the long dead feud can come blazing forth once again. I heart Jonathan Jackson. He's so cute. It's Lucky/Liz like it was always Danny/Michelle.
On a final note, my computer is really nuts. It likes to mess up my life right before i have something due. It doesn't bother to go all glitchy when I'm sitting down doing nothing, it waits till the night before something's due to cackle in the corner while i have a full blown panic. I would stab it if i could.
I've written a novel so i'll sign off now.
SSDD
It's THAT time of year.
And when all this happens Kaila becomes slightly crazier as she gets more sleep deprived. Why, yes, i do in fact start talking to myself more out loud. Maybe it's because i need the verbal map of what i'm supposed to do or maybe it's because the filter between my thoughts and my vocal chords begins to falter due to stress, I don't know. What i do know is that i get looks in public. A lot. Quite frankly, talking to myself is nothing new. I, for some reason, narrate my life when i'm alone. I even comment on it like i'm one of those guys from mystery science theater and it's happening to someone else, but it's not. It's happening to me and i sound like a psycho. The difference between normal time and stress-end-of-semester time is that i forget that i'm in public and start narrating my life. That switch just gets turned off.
That, and i have this penchant for sleeping in public. Just now, fell asleep in the middle of the computer lab. Thank goodness i don't drive anymore. Could i tell you stories about that. Ha. Last semester was a doozy, even for me. I'll sum up the worst in 5 words. Fell. Asleep. While. Exiting. Turnpike. Yay for trains.
In other news, i found out yesterday that the original Lucky Spencer came back to GH in November. I was so stoked. I hadn't been that excited since 3 days ago when i found out about Ryan Reynolds and Deadpool. It's so great because 3 out of the 4 original musketeers that I loved are back. It sucks, though, because Lucky and Liz are basically supposed to be true love forever sort of people but Liz has had 2 boys with 2 fathers that HAVEN'T been Lucky even though she's been married to him the most and for the longest. Also, they're playing some crazy stupid storyline where Liz and Lucky are getting remarried now, but Liz and Nikolas are secretly in love. Way to steal your brother's girl, Nik. This never would have happened if Emily hadn't died. That's also another reason why the 4 musketeers can never get back together: because they're killing off all the quartermaines. Nikolas has some random son hanging around so at least the Cassadines (who have been severely depleted too) are continuing. Now we need another Spencer so that when Lucky finds out about Nikolas Wolverining her away, the long dead feud can come blazing forth once again. I heart Jonathan Jackson. He's so cute. It's Lucky/Liz like it was always Danny/Michelle.
On a final note, my computer is really nuts. It likes to mess up my life right before i have something due. It doesn't bother to go all glitchy when I'm sitting down doing nothing, it waits till the night before something's due to cackle in the corner while i have a full blown panic. I would stab it if i could.
I've written a novel so i'll sign off now.
SSDD