because all I want to do is sleep. I've been completely exhausted since Sunday and tomorrow is one of those non-stop days. My schedule this semester is really weird. All of my classes are on Monday, Wednesday and Friday except one, which I have to catch the bus to get to and bonus, happens to have the only instructor thus far who I would like to stab in the eye with something pointy. So, early to bed Tuesday and Thursday, which is otherwise mostly free to me, then so tired I can't even consider concentrating to do anything every other day. Joy Fuck my life.
However, over break I was a very productive idiot fan brat. I did arts and I wrote things. Had an idea one day that went something like "You know what would be hot? Sam/Castiel prison fic. With sex probably because I can be gratuitous like that sometimes still. Now how could that work...? *LIGHT BULB*" Yeah, so I started writing that, then it stalled out on me about 11,000 words in, which may sound like a lot I guess, but it's really not. What I was not productive with was my TSCC fic I'm supposed to be writing for
smallfandombang. I need to do that, probably this weekend. At least enough to get it to the 8,000 word required for a rough draft. I don't actually do rough drafts, either. I work all that shit out as I go. So I need 8,000 words of story for them. I've got like 7,300 or something, so that's not really hard I guess. I just have to do it, lol.
We have the second longest Xmas break in the country here at U of M, so I have gotten really used to doing nothing, unless I want to. I need to get out of that in a hurry because I have math and computers and business, all of which are going to kill me dead if I just let them slide. Especially the math. Native American studies on the other hand will be my happy place to go I think. The instructor cracks me up. He's such a weirdo. He's also obviously part Indian so I expect a lot less high school social studies type biased bullshit out of him, which is awesome. I hated sitting through history in high school knowing I was being lied to my face.
"Mandatory" meeting in the dorm tonight upset me a bit. It was the same meeting they had at the start of fall semester, but I went just like a good girl and just like a good girl, I stayed there in my seat and when it was my turn to tell them my name and something about myself, I did it. My legs were bouncing and my fingers were tapping and I had the nervous jitters the whole time, but I get an A for effort, damn it. Jesus, I hate that shit. Sitting around with a bunch of strangers in a circle all staring at each other and giggling to themselves while slowly your turn to talk to them gets closer and closer... I need to buy a bottle of whiskey and keep it to fortify myself in such times. I think I might have a bit of social anxiety disorder, what do you think? See, I thought the meeting was scheduled for last night, so clever me, I planned to be in the shower when it happened. I didn't make it to the shower by the time the meeting was supposedly to happen, but no one came banging on the door to make me go, so I thought nothing of it. Damn it.
I'm drinking mocha made from a packet of powdery stuff and you know, it ain't half bad. I think that's it for now. Go me, I am still awesome at being random. HI, EVERYBODY. Going to get back to that catching up thing now.