Poli sci is eating my brain, luckily I lost most of it to my incessant ogling of Samuel West
[mood|
*Weeps* I want my Archie/Edrington ]
[music|My head exploding *headexplody* There, did you hear that? ]
*shoots self in the foot*
This essay will not be written! I keep going over and over and trying to jumpstart it, but it won't go! Augh!!! I even woke up at 6 this morning to do it because last night was a complete bust like you wouldn't believe.
What has happened to me this semester? Even deadlines have become meaningless dates and normally deadlines are what make me do my work. *headdesk* I don't even know what the prof's late penalty is. His outline just says that essays will be accepted until the corrected ones are handed back, but no mention of percentage penalties. And I have a Classics test tomorrow that I have to study for, so doing the essay tonight isn't the sharpest thing to do. Frak me for getting myself into this mess.
And I am also unreasonably angry at that Meg girl in poli sci who calls the prof by his first name in public because she's omgsocoolandlookatmeI'minenvirosciandcareaboutworldpovertybutIspendfivebuckseverydayforaStarbuckslattebecausereallyI'mafraud. *glares*
And so, I continue to sit at my computer, watch it randomly reboot and make me lose everything, and ogle Samuel West omgmynewobsession as Prince Caspian from the Narnia series. I have the books at home and haven't read them, but he makes me want to get them out and underline and squee over all the Caspian parts. And he has to wear tight pants and a flowy shirt. Guh. And the hair! Squee! I also have Hornblower (Samuel West plays omg!Edrington!) on my tv so I'm bombarded by teh prettay. And he just said 'mama' like you would in French, which greatly improves the image I had in my head of him saying 'mama' like an American in fics, which greatly destroyed the flow, in my opinion. But all's well because he has now said it gracefully and adorably and I love him all the more. *shivers* I love how he says 'Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec'. *bites lip to hold in squee*
*slaps hand* Lauren! Settle!
*gasps* He just made a comment about not overestimating an ally especially when they're caught up in their own affairs. This is just after Archie told Horatio how it's "a fine thing to die in someone else's war" and Horatio gives him a look. Damn, now Horatio's going to be all suspicious. How did I not notice that before? It must be because I was ogling Horatio before whereas now I'm fawning like you wouldn't believe over Edrington and hanging on his every word.
*gasp* the earrings!
The curliness! *restrains self from petting the screen*
*covets earring*
*omgscarfandcoat!*
*conscience coughs* Hm? Oh right, the essay. Back to it, I guess.
Archie/Edrington! Whoot! Sorry...
*Weeps* I want my Archie/Edrington ]
[music|My head exploding *headexplody* There, did you hear that? ]
*shoots self in the foot*
This essay will not be written! I keep going over and over and trying to jumpstart it, but it won't go! Augh!!! I even woke up at 6 this morning to do it because last night was a complete bust like you wouldn't believe.
What has happened to me this semester? Even deadlines have become meaningless dates and normally deadlines are what make me do my work. *headdesk* I don't even know what the prof's late penalty is. His outline just says that essays will be accepted until the corrected ones are handed back, but no mention of percentage penalties. And I have a Classics test tomorrow that I have to study for, so doing the essay tonight isn't the sharpest thing to do. Frak me for getting myself into this mess.
And I am also unreasonably angry at that Meg girl in poli sci who calls the prof by his first name in public because she's omgsocoolandlookatmeI'minenvirosciandcareaboutworldpovertybutIspendfivebuckseverydayforaStarbuckslattebecausereallyI'mafraud. *glares*
And so, I continue to sit at my computer, watch it randomly reboot and make me lose everything, and ogle Samuel West omgmynewobsession as Prince Caspian from the Narnia series. I have the books at home and haven't read them, but he makes me want to get them out and underline and squee over all the Caspian parts. And he has to wear tight pants and a flowy shirt. Guh. And the hair! Squee! I also have Hornblower (Samuel West plays omg!Edrington!) on my tv so I'm bombarded by teh prettay. And he just said 'mama' like you would in French, which greatly improves the image I had in my head of him saying 'mama' like an American in fics, which greatly destroyed the flow, in my opinion. But all's well because he has now said it gracefully and adorably and I love him all the more. *shivers* I love how he says 'Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec'. *bites lip to hold in squee*
*slaps hand* Lauren! Settle!
*gasps* He just made a comment about not overestimating an ally especially when they're caught up in their own affairs. This is just after Archie told Horatio how it's "a fine thing to die in someone else's war" and Horatio gives him a look. Damn, now Horatio's going to be all suspicious. How did I not notice that before? It must be because I was ogling Horatio before whereas now I'm fawning like you wouldn't believe over Edrington and hanging on his every word.
*gasp* the earrings!
The curliness! *restrains self from petting the screen*
*covets earring*
*omgscarfandcoat!*
*conscience coughs* Hm? Oh right, the essay. Back to it, I guess.
Archie/Edrington! Whoot! Sorry...