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'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.

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?

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

Fail, sir. FAIL.

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 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.

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.

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!

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?