Why do I do this to myself?
Sorry I've been incredibly absent lately (aside from all of my crying and over-excited commenting at then_theres_us due to the ridiculous awesome challenge 59 entries...). School is seriously kicking my ass right now. Little bit of me info: I've been on the undergrad degree slow path since 2004. I get distracted. And I drop out. And transfer. I am altogether terrible at doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Paper about ancient Chinese history due at 9 am tomorrow? Yes..........I need to start that. But instead I worked on the third chapter of Welcome to Julsted ALL DAY. (With basically unusable results.....when did writing get to be so difficult it's practically impossible?)
Of course, the entire time I'm like....oh shit that paper is due tomorrow whenamigoingtowritethat?!?!?!??!?!
Also...my mom got me and the boyfriend tickets to see Wicked tonight as a Christmas present, which is AWESOME, but I'm leaving in...28 minutes...and I'll be back at like 11pm...HISTORY PAPER. FML.
And then I have a presentation Saturday morning during my 6 HOUR TV CAREER STRATEGIES CLASS, and then a PSA shoot immediately after, and then a Doctor Who spec script due Monday, 15 second animation final due Tuesday in Motion Graphics. Seriously, why did I spend all day writing fic? WTF is my problem?
I spent an hour primping in an attempt to forget how utterly fucked I am right now. Channeling some Rose Tyler...I AM WEARING ALL OF THE MASCARA IN THE WORLD. Digging the new blonde hair.
I am going to cry so much at Wicked tonight, and about 50% of it is going to be an outpouring of STRESSSSSSSSSS. Okay, gotta run. Apologies for the rant.
(I realize that was mostly incoherent, but I am about five seconds away from a nervous breakdown.)
Of course, the entire time I'm like....oh shit that paper is due tomorrow whenamigoingtowritethat?!?!?!??!?!
Also...my mom got me and the boyfriend tickets to see Wicked tonight as a Christmas present, which is AWESOME, but I'm leaving in...28 minutes...and I'll be back at like 11pm...HISTORY PAPER. FML.
And then I have a presentation Saturday morning during my 6 HOUR TV CAREER STRATEGIES CLASS, and then a PSA shoot immediately after, and then a Doctor Who spec script due Monday, 15 second animation final due Tuesday in Motion Graphics. Seriously, why did I spend all day writing fic? WTF is my problem?
I spent an hour primping in an attempt to forget how utterly fucked I am right now. Channeling some Rose Tyler...I AM WEARING ALL OF THE MASCARA IN THE WORLD. Digging the new blonde hair.
I am going to cry so much at Wicked tonight, and about 50% of it is going to be an outpouring of STRESSSSSSSSSS. Okay, gotta run. Apologies for the rant.
(I realize that was mostly incoherent, but I am about five seconds away from a nervous breakdown.)