I woke up this morning (seriously, morning!) with the inexplicable urge to write an essay. It would be titled "Pet Peeves, I Has Them: An Essay" and it would be an essay on names, nicknames, POV, and those godforsaken epithets. I would, literally and actually call them "those godforsaken epithets" if you had some sort of doubts about that. It may not be scholarly, but it's accurate.

Luckily, thus far, I have been able to deny this urge. I should be good at denying this, since I've been trying to keep from going nuts about the whole Noah vs. Puck name thing for weeks. But--and please do not infer that I am not enjoying the hell out of inception_kink--the more times I see "the point man" or "the forger" the harder it is to resist. Seriously, fandom. Knock that shit off.

To battle all that crazy, have something awesome! Like this Joseph Gordon-Levitt picspam!

If that dude doesn't bring a smile to your face, I think you may have had your joy surgically removed and sold on Ebay. You should get that looked at.

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

Fail, sir. FAIL.

This week could be greatly improved by waking up with super powers. I'm just saying.

Have a song fitting of my mood:
Motion City Soundtrack - @!#?!@
--- We all just want to do our thing / without the misery you bring ---

Jesus Christ, today is not a good day.

Tell me a joke?

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!

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.

I think I've lost even the pretense of being interesting, at this point.

I retagged half my icons and uploaded a bunch more. Now I have Frank to look at! Wheee


OMG SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE ME WRITE.


A... meme? Whatever, a thing! Give me a prompt for a five things... list, not fic, because those are long.

Please?

Today was my last day at work.

I knew it was coming, and I was counting down the days, and I couldn't wait.

Now, I'm kind of glad it's over/lost/scared/sad/nervous.

It sucks a lot more than I expected it to.



I still need an icon with my subject line though. ::sulks::


I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW, OMG.

I am so bored. I have been bored all day.

Scratch that.

I've been bored for the last year and a half.

OMG ENTERTAIN ME PLEEEEASE.