[Emu]

I have a week's worth of Physics homework due in about 15 hours that I have not started yet. I have to finish the week's worth of math homework due in about 14 hours first.

And Despondent: I hope that Louis is well and that you find him soon.

[Chyld]

Erm... can't top that one, I'm afraid. I've got 1994 words on legal paternalism to write by Monday, but this time I fear I know vaguely what I'm doing. Well, if my 506 no-books-for-me words were anything to go by...

*nasty feeling of foreboding*

[Mirithorn]

My measley 12 physics problems to do by 2:00 do not compare. I bow to your homework overloadedness.

[Slade]

Not as much as she's bowing under the weight of it all.

Chyldio: Hey, you've got 6 words down; it's a start!

[WalkingCarpet]

I tried that, but they didn't believe me. The problem is that they mis-entered my Social Security Number, so now the credit reporting agencies are reporting that I died some time in the 60's.

If its any consolation you are experiencing a rare privilege. A Monty Python sketch in your very own life (or death, as it appears). Congratulations.

[Emu]

You know what's embarrassing? Going downstairs to visit your friend, seeing her walking away from you down the hall, calling her name, and then jumping up and down waving when she turns around, only to realize that it's not her.

Kinda like I did just now.

[Mirithorn]

You know what's worse? When you see someone you think is Otal, scream after him, scream after him again, run down your stairs and across the street and grab his arm- and then realize Otal is a couple of years younger...

It's more scary if you know that I'm the kind of person who spends 10 minutes staring at the ground afraid to move because there's a person next to me, before I realize it's a mannequin.

[Jane Sherwood]

Once again, I have a paper due in twelve hours and I'm completely clueless as to what to do for it. But this time I'm supposed to double the size of one I already turned in (in this case, the Earnest essay), and it's worth thirty percent of my grade.

What's worse is my professor basically called me on my bullshitting when she graded the original, so I need to find a way to "support my claims far more convincingly" as well as find some way to stick in random tidbits from sources I didn't really use but am still required to cite.

I am hungry, tired, my OCD is flaring up again and why the hell am I sitting here posting this instead of working?

[Mirithorn]

Ouch. *winces*

In anticipation for final exams, I think my teachers are trying to kill me. I first began to feel there was something wrong when I started talking to myself around three in the morning.

EDIT:Oh, and I have this awful cough that makes me feel like I'm trying to cough my lungs up. Bleh.

Everyone's sick because people come to school whether they have a bad cough or not, inconsiderate bastards. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to school.

This post has been edited by Mirithorn: 02 December 2005 - 06:22 AM

[Jane Sherwood]

I first began to feel there was something wrong when I started talking to myself around three in the morning.

Oh don't worry about that, it's perfectly healthy. Sure it's said to be the first sign of madness, but that shouldn't be a problem until you start answering yourself.

In a different voice.

Without thought, control, or intent.

Everyone's sick because people come to school whether they have a bad cough or not, inconsiderate bastards.

I always have to do that. One: because I can never tell whether it's allergies or something serious. Two: because I'm paranoid about missing anything important or ruining my perfect attendance for no reason.

Additional: It's 5:30. I've hit a wall. My head hurts. Fuck it, it's break time.

This post has been edited by Jane Sherwood: 02 December 2005 - 06:35 AM

[SimeSublime]

My day started with the alarm going off. I looked at the clock, and thought "5:30. What the hell does that mean?". I got dressed, then drove across town to catch a ferry. I spent the day doing stocktake at the general store on an island half an hours ferry off the coast(incidentally, same island where the green knight photos were taken). It was a beautiful, sunny day and the water was completely clear, and I was stuck inside counting magazines I couldn't read and chocolates I couldn't eat. Got the ferry to the mainland at 4:30. Arrived home at about 6. My phone was missing. After looking in my car and trying to ring it, I rang the ferry company. Fortunatly, they were quick and were able to find it. So, off to Fremantle(port town near my city) again to pick it up. Driving home(again) and I notice the temperature gauge is going nuts, regardless of the fact that I had my radiator replaced last week(which I'm expecting to cost enough as it is). So I pulled over, pulled off the cap, doged all the coolant spraying everywhere and refilled the radiator. This was after I spent fifteen minutes trying to work out why the hell the bonnet was stuck and wouldn't open. Finally got home at about 7:15, this is more then 12 hours after I left in the morning. Just as I'm remarking to my parents that today was a day of closely avoided disasters(found my phone, notcied the car was overheating before steam started pouring out), they tell me my cousin had a fatal incident with a truck. And to top it all off, I got an important invite from a friend which I'm just too tired to follow up. I hate today.

[Spoon Poetic]

*hug*

I know there's nothing I can say that will make things any better, but I do hope things improve for you...

[Coco]

Complaint:
I'm about to kill one of my bosses. At least, I'll appear on the news. His death will be messy enough to be shown on television.




Regrettably, I'm kidding.

[Jane Sherwood]

Complaint: No matter where it is I go, I always seem to end up sitting near or next to someone who keeps popping their gum over and over and over.

[SimeSublime]

*hug*

I know there's nothing I can say that will make things any better, but I do hope things improve for you...

Thanks. Feeling better today, but I'm not sure if that's due to a lack of sleep high