OH MY GODDDD PROGRAMMING, I HATE YOU AND ALL YOU CHOSE TO BE.

I am going to fail this test so fucking hard. It might just be a thing of legend. Fuck.

While gyzym is blaming me for everything ever, I continue to keep my finger firmly pointed at aredblush. Which is to say, she forced me to write Handsome Bob/One Two. Well, aredblush and a healthy dose of procrastination. Never underestimate the procrastination.



Now, I will return to studying. And wishing for a quick and less-painful-than-programming death.

Let me tell you a story!

Once upon a time, in a land exactly like this one, there lived a fangirl who could actually finish stories. She's been missing for a while now. Maybe she's been locked in a tower (of homework and gloom), or poisoned by a witch, or cursed to sleep for 100 years (and doesn't that sound nice?). Whatever, the point here is that she's gone, and has been for a while, and as it turns out, I would like her back. If found, please return and all that jazz. I'm going to talk to the milk carton people about making getting a photo put up.

Um. And then no one made out. The end.

THAT IS A TERRIBLE STORY. I CAN'T FINISH ANYTHING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I started a new story last night. Yes, another one. The name of this doc file--as I know some of you *cough* will be so very interested to learn--is "hairpullingyay."

( HAVE A PREVIEW OF WHAT I HAD ACTUALLY INTENDED TO BE A RIDICULOUS STORY )


So. That happened. Also, Simon Pegg is fanboying about Inception on Twitter and it makes me happy.

I, being the awesome and helpful sister that I am, agreed to watch my brother's kids today, so his wife didn't have to drop another shift because the baby has chicken pox. I get there, and they say, "well, it'll probably be a little later when we get home today," and I say, "okay, just remember I have to get home and actually do my homework, and I promised a friend I would help her with hers," and they said, "Okay, we should be back by around 3 or 3:30."

The girls decided to take turns crying all day. The still-pretty-much-a-baby felt the need, throughout the day, to randomly walk up and step on her sister. They showed up after 5:30.

Now, now, my homework is being problematic.

I mean, whatever, Programming is far less scary than I had anticipated. But it makes it very difficult to complete the assignment when the professor has managed to not actually give me access to two parts of it. I mean, I'm good. I'm not a fucking psychic.

And my throat hurts. :(



Also, I'll be honest here, all I really want to think about this the idea of a movie with Tom Hardy an Arthur/Eames AU where Eames is a gangster trying to make right, with a daughter (their relationship, I believe would be along the lines of Tom and his sister in (500) days of Summer) who tries to direct his love life while he tries to direct her through math homework. Arthur is the teacher who corrects the mistakes Eames makes on her papers before she turns them in, and bitches at Eames for showing up to parent/teacher conferences with a black eye, and counsels her through being smarter than everyone around her while trying to pretend he doesn't show up to soccer games just for her because that would be ridiculous, and potentially creepy. Then Eames falls in love and wears cardigans and fails to learn to braid and makes funny shaped pancakes for both of them.

::hands:: I didn't say it was sophisticated, this thing I want.

( I'm sure most of you have seen this a billion places already, but I seriously cannot stop listening to this song. It is the catchiest thing since Swine Flu, you guys, and I love it. )


In other news, today I have managed to skip class, not finish my homework, keep down eggs and hashbrowns, consider the not inconsiderable merits of a JGL/bandom crossover (he SINGS, guys, he sings and I swoon a little bit, and also sometimes he looks not unlike that one ridiculous failboat that I love a bunch even though he gets drunk and earworms me with terrible songs he can't hit the notes of), and not write a single word or take a nap.

Fail day is fail.

Back to homework now, I suppose.

"I've got all five senses and I slept last night"

Um Brick was absolutely as awesome as reported. High school noir is one of my favorite sub sub-genres! (Season one of Veronica Mars, I'm looking at you.)

One day--and I'm hoping it's actually one day soon--I will be able to focus on school work I need to do and stop reading Inception fic and watching JGL and/or Tom Hardy movies. I hope. I hope really hard.

GR. I have to turn in a "Final Project Description" today. As far as I can tell, this is a... plan for a website of some sort. THERE ARE NO DETAILS TO BE FOUND. I'm assuming I have to make up something to have a website about? I don't know! Ideas? Suggestions? Quick and painless deaths?

Annoying thing about this class number... you know what, I can't even make up a number large enough: ENTERING THINGS EXACTLY AS INSTRUCTED DOES NOT ACHIEVE DESIRED RESULTS.

Also, P.S., Class on Website Design, teaching students things that don't work in Firefox? Not the best plan for future success of students. No, I am not kidding. No. Seriously. I don't give a shit if it works in IE and Netscape. In fact, some sources say that IE is no longer the most commonly used browser. But guess what's eating away at it's popularity? I'll give you a hint: IT ISN'T NETSCAPE.

::grumps::

I have just realized that one of my professors this semester does not understand the difference between "its" and "it's."

Fail, sir. FAIL.

Traffic was terrible yesterday, which does not fill me with hope for today/Thursday's drives. My life, you guys, so hard. But there were Cobras! And dancing like a moron. And Travie McCoy! (I seriously cannot wait for Tuesday's album drop. My grabby hands, Travie, let me show you them.) And I kind of think everyone should go listen to the band that opened the show, I Fight Dragons. ("Every time I say what I want to be / Someone says that's not how it's gonna be / Come on, baby, quit your dreaming / Grab your things, the train is leaving.")

On the upside of running late, I had access to the bar. And we skipped 3Oh!3 to get french fries. Haha, take that, asshole fanboys.

I've been trying to do this stupid homework assignment, which should be totally easy except for how I don't like people to know that my hobbies are basically "flail about bands and boys I love" and "Sometimes write fic where those bands and boys also love each other a lot." Actually, I don't really care for people to know my hobbies at all. Like, hi, I don't care to tell a class of strangers anything about me, kthxbai. It's one of those weird traits of my personality, I guess? Anyway I'm supposed to write about how the internet has enriched one of my hobbies, and I have no idea what to put. Youtube and music, maybe? I'm not sure I want to do anything about writing, since it's the thing I tell people about me the least, but it would be a chance to do a thinly veiled rant on grammar, I suppose, and how OMG YOU ARE 60 YEARS OLD HOW HAVE YOU NOT YET LEARNED THAT "ALOT" IS NOT A WORD.

::cough:: Sorry, that just... that just really bugs me.

In conclusion: ::flails::

1. OMG REMIX IS DUE SUNDAY. I WAS LOOKING THE OTHER DIRECTION AND IT CAME UP BEHIND ME AND I THINK IT MAY HAVE KNIFE, OK. THIS WEEKEND WILL BE FILLED WITH PANIC. PANIC AND DOOM.

2. There is a bug in my room and it is freaking me out a lot. A lot lot. Possibly more than Remix, you guys.

3. My grades were posted today! I managed to keep my 4.0! I am so stupidly excited by this, you guys! So crazy stupidly excited!

4. Yet another teacher informed me that they think I should switch majors. I... am not sure how I feel about this.

I've been doing homework all day, and still am going to do a terrible, terrible job on my history exam tomorrow, because she picks out the most obscure things and makes those the questions. Grump grump grump.

Because I cannot work in silence, I popped in Iron Man for, you know, the third time this week. Whatever. Don't judge me. Can I just say how very much Tony Stark needs to cease being fictional? I mean, honestly.

I went from that to Firefly, and then, after a few episodes, Castle. I brought the season one DVDs when they came out, but haven't opened them into just now. Seriously, seriously, I am a pretty big fan of Nathan Fillion. A much bigger fan of him than history. For the record and all.

One of the trailers before hand was for this movie called Cheri. I have no idea who the guy in this movie really is, because every time they showed his face all I could think was, "Gerard Way!" I now would like to read the fic were Gerard Way fails at being upper-crust societal know-it-all in the late 19th century. There would be parasols, and red lipstick. And I'm sure it already exists, so give it to me, please.

Also, I'm sure you have all seen this, but it bears repeating. Also worth repeating: there are no more sparkly hearts left in the world. Robert Downey Jr. has them all.

...I can totally justify watching White Zombie as doing research for my informative speech on the postmodern zombie, yes? I really need to clarify the topic of this speech, instead of just "zombies! zombies, zombies everywhere!" I mean, I suppose I could go with the sort of direction of where they first showed up in literature and film, the history and how they've evolved from then, and the steps and reasons why they are one of the most popular... whatever, things, today. I just, I'm not sure how to make it 6 minutes and interesting.

I am completely and totally a nerd. I am aware of my nerdiness. I embrace the hell out of all of it. Unfortunately, it means that what I find interesting is not what the rest of the class does.

For instance--and this is tl;dr, shit only I find interesting, but--I take issue with Aristotle's statement in Poetics that character takes second place to plot. I mean, I'll grant that plot plays an important role, especially in tragedy, I don't at all deny this fact. Maybe I'm a loser, but it's the characters I remember and focus on. I don't care how incredible the plot is if I don't like the characters it's about. If I don't feel something for the character then where's the interest in the story?

Lord knows I have watched through some terrible plot lines of Supernatural because I love those boys. I don't tune in every week to see how the apocalypse is going to go down, I tune in because I care about Sam and Dean, not what happens to them, but how they deal with it. The plot of Merlin is often terrible, but, dammit, I love Arthur and Merlin, so I keep going back. The plot of White Collar isn't exactly engaging, dammit, it's fun to watch Neal, Peter and El. And don't even get me started on Sherlock Holmes. When I write, it's because something in that character draws me toward them.

So, I don't know, maybe I'm doing it wrong.

...This chapter for one of my computer classes is, I am not even kidding, 29 pages talking about input and output devices. My eyes are rolling into the back of my head in protest of having to pay attention to, you know, how a mouse works, because the professor will pick an obscure line from it for the quiz.

I DON'T WANT TO DO HOMEWORK.

LIMITED TIME OFFER: GIVE ME A PICTURE AND I WILL GIVE YOU AN ICON. BONUS POINTS IF YOU GIVE ME AN EXTRA SPN OR SVV PICTURES THAT I CAN ALSO ICON FOR ME.

I can't get homework done because I am completely failing to focus. And I have so much of it to do. Sooo much homework due on Monday. /o\

Also... I officially fail to understand the fuss over Paranormal Activities. I just.. No.

I've been wanting to watch 9 for a while now, but only sort of. I'm torn, because on one hand... it looks awesome. And on the other... there are dolls that talk. And yes, in a movie in set in a post-apocalyptic world the talking ragdolls are what would creep me out the most. I don't even know. However, I can't find it to rent anywhere around here, annoyingly enough, and I'm not sure I'll like it enough to buy it. Thoughts? Comments? Opinions?

My life, so hard. Sigh.

Ok, new plan. Someone do my homework for me, and I'll a) play with script making software, b) work on a big bang fic of some sort, or, c) maybe try my hand at some Holmes fic or something.

Homework sucks! School sucks! I don't waaaanna ::whines::

You know, if I had maybe started to doubt not choosing English as a degree plan (and if that happened--if--it's only because three different people last week decided I was wrong about the choice I had made) then reading the responses to this class I'm taking online have certainly put those to rest.

My god, you guys, it's like we're all gathered around an arena watching the English language get slaughtered like an injured gladiator.

::whimpers:: I can't look anymore!

It is cold outside, and this is really not a situation that I approve of. I was clearly meant to be rich, or at least one of those animals that either hibernates or goes south for the winter. To make matters worse I say things like, "Jesus Christ, people, it is freezing in here!" And my step-dad feels the need to pipe up with, "It's 39 degrees outside, that's not freezing." Which preeetty much makes me want to throw things.

Also, I have a papercut under my thumbnail, which I'm thinking probably hurts more than if I had actually chopped off my thumb with some sort of ninja sword that the paper was clearly training to be. Typing is not really the most pleasant thing in all of the world, in point of fact, due to the unreasonable amounts of pain being caused by such a tiny little cut.

As a bonus, I have what my awesome mathematical skills have estimated to be approximately 17 metric tons of homework. I've got a paper due Wednesday in one class, and my Comp teacher has apparently stepped right on over the bend.

Also, because I cannot stress this enough: It is really freaking cold. I don't know how you people up in the North do it. Give me the 100 day summers! Take from me anything below 73!

In conclusion: Can it be nap time now?

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?

So... if you were going to write an imaginary essay... what movie would you say did/did not deserve an Academy Award/nomination and why in three points?

I may have mentioned this before, but I fucking hate homework.

UGH.

Also, I wrote fic? But it was absolutely nothing on my to-do list. The zombie plague apocalypse fic continues to not have a plot, because plot is hard. And Vic pointed me toward tobreakthespell so, yeah, I was up way too late reading fairy tales (or their summaries, at least, can anyone point me to a place to read the actual Grimm fairytales free online?) instead of, you know, doing things I should be doing. Like sleeping.

I fail to understand the obsession my teachers have with making me think s hard about movies. I don't think I'd have to focus on them this much in an actual film appreciation class.

UGH.