"So, that was productive."
Today failed just as dismally as yesterday. I'm sensing a pattern.
But about yesterday first, as I completely skipped over that in favor of posting one of my Petlar fics. (And waiting an anxious fifteen minutes for a single positive comment so I could try to sleep. XD) Went to Panera after sleeping most of the day and watching TV for the rest of it. Made my usual order, and was suddenly struck dumb by what I can only assume was the most believable DANNY ever.
Because, really, he was. It was almost creepy how perfect he was.
Looked like a Danny clone, for starters, right down to the slightly-nerdy clothes. And he was terribly distracted with the magazine he was reading, which happened to be this month's National Geographic. He got his food but kept on forgetting to eat it because he was so focused on reading.
You have no idea how hard it was for me not to freak out.
None whatsoever.
But moving on.
Got home, ate, went back to computer and wrote another essay for Storey, then posted Watching. Waited an extremely twitchy fifteen minutes, and then tried to sleep.
Key word being 'tried'. It didn't work. I was still staring at the clock around four AM. Which really isn't all that healthy. Decided that my bed isn't big enough, and definately needs more cold spots.
Got up at six something, ran around in the usual panic to get ready. Got into IR, finished up my math, studied vocabulary, did a couple of grammar problems-- just in case. Went to second, was mildly pleased with the quotes I managed to get down-- I need a good tape recorder, that's what I need --and I'll be posting them tomorrow, hopefully with a few more. Went to Chem and attempted to understand whatever it was we were learning there.
Still have no idea what I learned, if any learning actually took place.
Ran over to math, turned in homework, commented on Sarah's inability to fake sick-- How she is going to fool the drama teacher, I have no idea. --and spent some time being drawn.
It's kind of cool, really. I've never been on the recieving end, because no one ever's said, "Hey, you're a great artist, but maybe I should draw you instead for once?".
Sure, the actual sketch terrible. But there was a certain appeal to it in the sense that it was me for once.
Special?
Went to the Media Center with the gang again. Looked at colleges with Miranda and Terri. Wondered if I'm failing half my classes-- I'm too nervous to actually check. Apparently, so is everyone else. Everyone's been a wreck this quarter, and we'd rather not face the music until the music is banging down the door and trying to blast out our eardrums.
Will not end well.
Currently in SA, ignoring the fact that I've got the Quinto site to make. Really, really ignoring the fact. I just do not want to do it. XD God, I'm lazy.
But about yesterday first, as I completely skipped over that in favor of posting one of my Petlar fics. (And waiting an anxious fifteen minutes for a single positive comment so I could try to sleep. XD) Went to Panera after sleeping most of the day and watching TV for the rest of it. Made my usual order, and was suddenly struck dumb by what I can only assume was the most believable DANNY ever.
Because, really, he was. It was almost creepy how perfect he was.
Looked like a Danny clone, for starters, right down to the slightly-nerdy clothes. And he was terribly distracted with the magazine he was reading, which happened to be this month's National Geographic. He got his food but kept on forgetting to eat it because he was so focused on reading.
You have no idea how hard it was for me not to freak out.
None whatsoever.
But moving on.
Got home, ate, went back to computer and wrote another essay for Storey, then posted Watching. Waited an extremely twitchy fifteen minutes, and then tried to sleep.
Key word being 'tried'. It didn't work. I was still staring at the clock around four AM. Which really isn't all that healthy. Decided that my bed isn't big enough, and definately needs more cold spots.
Got up at six something, ran around in the usual panic to get ready. Got into IR, finished up my math, studied vocabulary, did a couple of grammar problems-- just in case. Went to second, was mildly pleased with the quotes I managed to get down-- I need a good tape recorder, that's what I need --and I'll be posting them tomorrow, hopefully with a few more. Went to Chem and attempted to understand whatever it was we were learning there.
Still have no idea what I learned, if any learning actually took place.
Ran over to math, turned in homework, commented on Sarah's inability to fake sick-- How she is going to fool the drama teacher, I have no idea. --and spent some time being drawn.
It's kind of cool, really. I've never been on the recieving end, because no one ever's said, "Hey, you're a great artist, but maybe I should draw you instead for once?".
Sure, the actual sketch terrible. But there was a certain appeal to it in the sense that it was me for once.
Special?
Went to the Media Center with the gang again. Looked at colleges with Miranda and Terri. Wondered if I'm failing half my classes-- I'm too nervous to actually check. Apparently, so is everyone else. Everyone's been a wreck this quarter, and we'd rather not face the music until the music is banging down the door and trying to blast out our eardrums.
Will not end well.
Currently in SA, ignoring the fact that I've got the Quinto site to make. Really, really ignoring the fact. I just do not want to do it. XD God, I'm lazy.