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zana16Hours later, I don't have a paper, but I have a bibliography. That's progress. Really.
"I am so screwed" continues to revolve through my head.
Also, must finish by tomorrow night, cause tomorrow night Matthew updates. Which means that no work will be done until I have my story-fix.
But I got the bestest Christmas present in the world the other day! My cousin Ian wrote to me! It makes me happy and excited and restores my faith in Hope every time I think about it.
My throat hurts. My nose hurts. I still have thirteen pages to write and only twenty-one hours to write them in. But unfortunately something called night has fallen and they'll be kicking me out of the library soon, so really I only have, like, seven hours to write the thirteen pages. One of these days I really need to be burned by my procrastination. So far, I've been able to get away with it. I learned that I really can write a five-page paper in only two and a half hours Friday night. Maybe I'll be burned this time. But damnit, the profs always let me get away with it, cause I'm the "good, responsible student" and should be given a break. I want to scream at them, NO!! Flunk me once, and I'll be eternally grateful! After I tampon-bomb your house, of course, or drop a stray kitten through your window at 3 am. After raging and screaming and crying and tearing my hair and threatening homicide and suicide, I really would be grateful. I really would promise my first-born. Okay, maybe not my first-born, but whatever.
Lucy says when she's rich and famous, she'll buy me a car!! Isn't that great? I may be homeless, but I'll have transportation!
Must bounce away now while I'm still capable of bouncing and am still in a bouncing mood, which may only last a few more seconds....
*bounce bounce bounce*
"I am so screwed" continues to revolve through my head.
Also, must finish by tomorrow night, cause tomorrow night Matthew updates. Which means that no work will be done until I have my story-fix.
But I got the bestest Christmas present in the world the other day! My cousin Ian wrote to me! It makes me happy and excited and restores my faith in Hope every time I think about it.
My throat hurts. My nose hurts. I still have thirteen pages to write and only twenty-one hours to write them in. But unfortunately something called night has fallen and they'll be kicking me out of the library soon, so really I only have, like, seven hours to write the thirteen pages. One of these days I really need to be burned by my procrastination. So far, I've been able to get away with it. I learned that I really can write a five-page paper in only two and a half hours Friday night. Maybe I'll be burned this time. But damnit, the profs always let me get away with it, cause I'm the "good, responsible student" and should be given a break. I want to scream at them, NO!! Flunk me once, and I'll be eternally grateful! After I tampon-bomb your house, of course, or drop a stray kitten through your window at 3 am. After raging and screaming and crying and tearing my hair and threatening homicide and suicide, I really would be grateful. I really would promise my first-born. Okay, maybe not my first-born, but whatever.
Lucy says when she's rich and famous, she'll buy me a car!! Isn't that great? I may be homeless, but I'll have transportation!
Must bounce away now while I'm still capable of bouncing and am still in a bouncing mood, which may only last a few more seconds....
*bounce bounce bounce*
