Have you ever had those days where all you want to do is runaway? It's like when you were young and used to daydream about packing your bags and striking out on your own. Your mom might cry, and beg you to stay, in those daydreams, but you where 8 years old and knew your destiny lied somewhere far, far away from English class.

I want to runaway today. Far, far away.

Not so much from English, but math, let me tell you, is not exactly giving me any reasons to stay. The epic assholery of the teacher in that class has pretty much made my math homework even less appealing than normal, because I think about doing it, and remember how he pretty much called me a moron for asking a question yesterday. I mean, hey, I've got an A in that class. He talks about not wanting to give due dates for each assignment, because he knows that not everyone is the same; that's a fucking lie, though, he's always reducing us to statistics, and lecturing about plumbing, and not bothering to attempt to learn our names. One of my friend's in that class answered a question and he said, "Oh, you think so, huh?" Asshole.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly jumping to do my Comp homework either, but at least for all her crazy she doesn't talk to us like we're idiot children.

All of this, of course, comes back to how it's time to enroll or the spring semester, and I'm curled up into a ball of DNW.

Another things that should be LJ moods: FILLED WITH DREAD and DNW

What I want to do: be able to write some fucking zombie apocalypse fic. Why can't I figure this thing out? Why, why, why?

Went to see Jennifer's Body last night, and really liked it. But I was incredibly thrown by cute-geeky-boy Adam Brody being insanely hot. Like, Jesus, you guys, I don't even know. I was expecting crushable Adam Brody, not flaming hotness. God, I'll take one of those, please.

I figured out some things about the zombie apocalypse fic I've been wanting to write, that... Well, maybe aren't overly important things, because I'm still not sure what the story is, other than two boys falling in love while the world ends around them, (there can never be enough of that kind of story, you guys, I'm not even joking, it's like pining and fake boyfriends that way) but character things that would be so very awesome to write.

And instead of being able to do that, or work on it at all, I have a metric fuckton of homework.

The whole thing is making me cranky. Also cranky-making: I'm a fucking moron, and did the wrong math assignment the other night, which means that I've got to settle for 75% credit for the assignment I thought I did, because now it's past due.

OMG I AM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS STUPID HOMEWORK. ::flails::

So, in the spirit of, IDK, if I can't see it, it can't see me, or something: anyone going to Cobra in Dallas on Halloween? I... don't know who is actually headlining that, but it's Cobras, and I want to see them.

Also, for some reason, every time I try to write Spencer/Brendon I either can't finish it, or it turns out to be completely different from what I actual want to write. I have no idea what is up with that, but it's not making me happy.