well in an upswing, things took a slightly better turn after i took a nap. or several. not sleeping well for several days consecutively will do that to a girl, after all.

i'm at peace. i might have had a few themed dreams, but i'm attempting to snowball myself into doing what i should have been doing all along.

do a small bit of homework, yay! celebrate by not thinking about that fucking fanfiction.
do a bit bigger piece of homework, yay! celebrate by under no circumstances writing an email to the author with some highly suggestive--and not in the dirty way-- plot points that you think she could/should/will include whenever she gets around to writing something.
still don't do the actual big assignment you should be doing?
celebrate by coming on here and being a general ponce about the whole fucking thing.

i reached out for support for people i know are nerds like me. they were a sympathetic ear and it made me feel a bit better. i'm not over it by any stretch of the imagination but i'm getting there. i'm sure in a few years when i've all but forgotten what it's about and i'll have to re-read it because the next chapter will come out the pain will spring forth like a font of acid and i'll remember this wound as if it were fresh.

perhaps i should just write some myself because clearly i have a panache for over-exaggeration that i think will translate beautifully into fiction.

or creative non-fiction, which one of my classes focuses on. it's about memoirists and biographers and autobiographers. writing your life without fictionalizing all of it. i'm apparently pretty good at the class, if i'm permitting myself a moment to toot toot my horn of braggadocio right now. i hastily wrote an essay without much of my usual flair for perfectionism and ended up acing it. i guess there can be something said about just going with the flow...

speaking of which, i should probably attempt this 6 page book review on a book i've yet to finish. thankfully, it's a short book. thankfully, it's a relatively easy read. unthankfully it's for a professor who thinks i'm a few candles short of a birthday cake. unthankfully, the questions he wants me to answer in said book review are beyond the scope of my pea-brain. unthankfully it's due tomorrow at 9am.

and i have to do some stupid online discussion bullshit but i've already forgotten to do it beforehand and i think he said we had to have done 2 before this week long break i've been on and fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck shit damn. i hate him.

wish me luck.

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well in an upswing, things took a slightly better turn after i took a nap. or several. not sleeping well for several days consecutively will do that to a girl, after all.

i'm at peace. i might have had a few themed dreams, but i'm attempting to snowball myself into doing what i should have been doing all along.

do a small bit of homework, yay! celebrate by not thinking about that fucking fanfiction.
do a bit bigger piece of homework, yay! celebrate by under no circumstances writing an email to the author with some highly suggestive--and not in the dirty way-- plot points that you think she could/should/will include whenever she gets around to writing something.
still don't do the actual big assignment you should be doing?
celebrate by coming on here and being a general ponce about the whole fucking thing.

i reached out for support for people i know are nerds like me. they were a sympathetic ear and it made me feel a bit better. i'm not over it by any stretch of the imagination but i'm getting there. i'm sure in a few years when i've all but forgotten what it's about and i'll have to re-read it because the next chapter will come out the pain will spring forth like a font of acid and i'll remember this wound as if it were fresh.

perhaps i should just write some myself because clearly i have a panache for over-exaggeration that i think will translate beautifully into fiction.

or creative non-fiction, which one of my classes focuses on. it's about memoirists and biographers and autobiographers. writing your life without fictionalizing all of it. i'm apparently pretty good at the class, if i'm permitting myself a moment to toot toot my horn of braggadocio right now. i hastily wrote an essay without much of my usual flair for perfectionism and ended up acing it. i guess there can be something said about just going with the flow...

speaking of which, i should probably attempt this 6 page book review on a book i've yet to finish. thankfully, it's a short book. thankfully, it's a relatively easy read. unthankfully it's for a professor who thinks i'm a few candles short of a birthday cake. unthankfully, the questions he wants me to answer in said book review are beyond the scope of my pea-brain. unthankfully it's due tomorrow at 9am.

and i have to do some stupid online discussion bullshit but i've already forgotten to do it beforehand and i think he said we had to have done 2 before this week long break i've been on and fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck shit damn. i hate him.

wish me luck.