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Yeah, it's 5:00 AM. I totally need to be asleep. Except for the part where I also need to be taking a shower. And I also need to be writing a paper for class tomorrow. And, come to think of it, I also need to be doing my laundry. But that can wait until tomorrow after class. The rest kind of by necessity need to happen before class.
What is wrong with me? When did I develop this crazy insomnia? I've not gotten a full night's sleep in days and the sleep I have been getting, none of it has been at *night*. Usually at least some portion of my sleep pattern occurs when it is *dark* out. Once I get to sleep I'm okay, except for the part where there keeps being *other people* asleep in my bed and interrupting my sleep pattern or every person I know coming in and *waking me up* every twenty minutes...
Also, my mom has way gotten in on the crazy with the Treasure's Trove thing. I think if we actually managed to wrangle a real location out of any of the clues... my mom would totally drive there no matter how far away it was.
And another thing, I've now officially seen the first season of Oz, and I just have to say that that is one *fucked* *up* show. Like woah. And I think I need to go all crazy fannish on it. Cuz I really want McManus (sp?) fanfic. But I should really wait until I've seen the rest of the show because I will *not* be able to resist spoiler-y things. They will call out to me and be like "Look I'm all shiny and spoiler-y! Touch me, touch me!" And I will. But yeah, Helen's bringing season 2 by tomorrow so in all likelihood I will watch season 2 tomorrow. I don't know when I'll be able to watch season 3. That may have to wait until after the whole fireworks tent thing.
Oh, and another nother thing, which I'm sure only Jen will find of any interest at all: the other day when my internet died and refused to be revived I started working on the Disney femmeslash story I promised you. So far it is being stubbornly unpornographic. So, I guess my question is, do you demand pr0n? Cuz it may take some time. *mumblemumbleFrigidFuckinBitchesmumble* ~Perhaps I should ply them with more wine... hmm~
Okay, I think I'm done talking to myself now. I guess I should go write my two page paper comparing/contrasting Donne's "Death be not Proud" (guh, I *hatehatehate* this fucking poem) and Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for Death". Why does all literature have to be so depressing? And not even in a good, creepy way. (Like Poe! Why can't there be more authors like Poe?) It's all just, blegh, life sucks, angst-ity angst, and then you die. (Except for when it is about abortion. Except that they can never just *tell* you that it's about abortion. *Noooooo.... of course not* It's about the fucking white elephants or what-the-fuck-ever.) I hate literature. I love to read. But too many years of English classes have caused me to detest all fine literature.*
(*Except for Orwell. Because he just rocks like that. And Poe. And occasionally Yeats. And sometimes Frost, but only if you read the entire poem and not just the "road less travelled by" part because in context it doesn't mean the same fucking thing at *all*!)
~Sadly, if I had poured as much effort into actually writing the paper as I did into this LJ post, I would be done by now.~
*reloads f-list*
What is wrong with me? When did I develop this crazy insomnia? I've not gotten a full night's sleep in days and the sleep I have been getting, none of it has been at *night*. Usually at least some portion of my sleep pattern occurs when it is *dark* out. Once I get to sleep I'm okay, except for the part where there keeps being *other people* asleep in my bed and interrupting my sleep pattern or every person I know coming in and *waking me up* every twenty minutes...
Also, my mom has way gotten in on the crazy with the Treasure's Trove thing. I think if we actually managed to wrangle a real location out of any of the clues... my mom would totally drive there no matter how far away it was.
And another thing, I've now officially seen the first season of Oz, and I just have to say that that is one *fucked* *up* show. Like woah. And I think I need to go all crazy fannish on it. Cuz I really want McManus (sp?) fanfic. But I should really wait until I've seen the rest of the show because I will *not* be able to resist spoiler-y things. They will call out to me and be like "Look I'm all shiny and spoiler-y! Touch me, touch me!" And I will. But yeah, Helen's bringing season 2 by tomorrow so in all likelihood I will watch season 2 tomorrow. I don't know when I'll be able to watch season 3. That may have to wait until after the whole fireworks tent thing.
Oh, and another nother thing, which I'm sure only Jen will find of any interest at all: the other day when my internet died and refused to be revived I started working on the Disney femmeslash story I promised you. So far it is being stubbornly unpornographic. So, I guess my question is, do you demand pr0n? Cuz it may take some time. *mumblemumbleFrigidFuckinBitchesmumble* ~Perhaps I should ply them with more wine... hmm~
Okay, I think I'm done talking to myself now. I guess I should go write my two page paper comparing/contrasting Donne's "Death be not Proud" (guh, I *hatehatehate* this fucking poem) and Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for Death". Why does all literature have to be so depressing? And not even in a good, creepy way. (Like Poe! Why can't there be more authors like Poe?) It's all just, blegh, life sucks, angst-ity angst, and then you die. (Except for when it is about abortion. Except that they can never just *tell* you that it's about abortion. *Noooooo.... of course not* It's about the fucking white elephants or what-the-fuck-ever.) I hate literature. I love to read. But too many years of English classes have caused me to detest all fine literature.*
(*Except for Orwell. Because he just rocks like that. And Poe. And occasionally Yeats. And sometimes Frost, but only if you read the entire poem and not just the "road less travelled by" part because in context it doesn't mean the same fucking thing at *all*!)
~Sadly, if I had poured as much effort into actually writing the paper as I did into this LJ post, I would be done by now.~
*reloads f-list*
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