I cannot stop watching things on television that I really want to see. Versus studying for two tests tomorrow that I'll fairly well be winging if I keep this up.

Watched the red carpet stuff from the Emmys last night (in case you couldn't tell from my rabid fangirly tweets) instead of studying. Had a late night and a busy day today, yet downloaded ( Read more... )

Work today was ... not too bad. Not as much fun because Shir was supervising, so no Camp Lockdown. But the shift went by fairly quickly, the kids were good/fun to play with and I got an unexpected down and I got to spend most of the last hour alone in the indoor pool meditating (because there were no swimmers). Worst thing that happened was Mike ( Read more... )

Sleep.

School.

Work.

Eat.

Sleep.

Rinse. Repeat.

Nothing vital to report today.

RENT tomorrow. Rachel's coming home tonight/tomorrow too. Should have more to say in 24 hours.

Super tired. Goodnight.

EDIT |

OMFG CASTLE AND DOLLHOUSE GOT RENEWED, BEST FRIDAY EVAR

Happy Birthday Kate Mulgrew! (It was yesterday, shhhh.)


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My eyes.

They itch.

They're not really red, or I haven't been informed as such, but I've been rubbing at them for the past week or so. Visine would be a godsend right about now.

Today's recap:

Fiction class, where I sat and learned about the book I haven't started reading yet. Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man. Joy of joys, it's about black people ( Read more... )

I haven't been sleeping well.

Either it's at odd times, for odd hours or in odd increments (as in, I can't stay asleep for longer than about four hours at a time), but it's not my usual stream of unconsciousness. As a result, I'm not nearly as rested as I planned to be come Thursday.

Nor am I as caught up in homework (LOL LIKE THAT WAS GOING TO ( Read more... )

FREEDOM.

Presentation went well-ish.

Didn't catch up with T-Carolyn and Uncle Pete, they went through BR while I was in class, unfortunately. I'll have to send Dad's bday gift the old fashioned way courtesy of USPS.

Savant is on, and I'm getting ready to go to New Orleans. PRITTY CASEY IS PRITTY. Talked to mom, she told me not to do anything ( Read more... )

[This is what I've scribbled down in the notebook I keep in my backpack now, which is becoming something of a journal. Who knows. I think I mostly have delusions of future grandeur in which people would like to see stuff I wrote down when I was young and still unknown, you know? It's nice to imagine.]

(Setting: Theatre class. Teacher likes to ask ( Read more... )

And *COUGH* and not go to class.

Okay, crappy pop song allusion over and done with, I'm pretty sure I'm sick. Upside; Steph and I are going to Walmart in a couple hours to get food and drugs and more Kleenex, then our free Cane's, so.

Downside; I'm kinda ultra-easily-pissed right now and there's this dumb whore in my Brit Lit class sitting in my ( Read more... )

Getting sick so utterly and completely sucks.

It's especially made of SUCK when someone Facebook IMs you to inform you that you're coming down with the flu and, I quote, "things are going to get way worse before they get better."

Gee thanks, friend. I definitely wanted to know the state of your phlegm and mucus at fucking 9:45 in the morning. Yes. I  ( Read more... )