It’s no fair and it’s no fun...*
Nov. 22nd, 2007 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickle...if every time it’s gonna end the same way: Me zero, Big bad world one.*
After another night of scraping shy of 7 hours of sleep - again. I almost nodded off in class - again - and the only remedy was a stretch of the legs. And coffee. Yes, me, with the coffee. I haven't had cafeinated coffee in ages, mostly because it never wakes me up and, occassionally, leaves me a histerical shaking mess. But today, oh! It woke me up.
So lecture from 9-12 with a 10-minute break. Then straight off to work on our presentation for tomorrow until 1 am, then a 20-minute lunch break. Then workworkwork till 5:30 pm. This time with no breaks.
And then it came to our deciding who would actually give the presentation. I really didn't want to because a) I'd already volunteered - idiot guilt-trippin' foo' - for my last group project, b) I was the only one to not do the Ticks and Lyme disease research (division of tasks: I did the topic we threw out). I also didn't want to do it because I still have a shitload of stuff to write up for the fox populations (that thrown-out-but-represent topic) and I'd be getting home at 9 pm anyway, after my Dutch course.
No one wanted to volunteer, so we drewstraws x-marked papers. You know that feeling, when you're discussing an improbable event in the future, like, "Hey, wouldn't it suck if I missed the train tomorrow and had to walk all the way home?" or "Oh gods, imagine if my iPod got flung itself down into the sewers for no apparent reason", and you just know it's going to happen? And yo're not just talking hypothetically, but rather from the "what do I do once this happens" angle?
Yeah, that was me.
So naturally, I drew the x. Fucking karma, what have I ever done to you? Can't you ever treat me right? Buddha, how could you let karma do this shit to me? After I rode that messed up bicycle and fucking snorkled to your temple?** Why?!?
So I told the girls it was ok, we all felt horrible about it, and then I quietly cried in the bathroom. I also skipped Dutch, because no fucking way was I going to pull 12 hours of non-stop work and then get home and work s'more.
Hell, it's 8 pm, I've been home an hour (shower of exhausted woe, fast food of the evil why-don't-I-ever-learn variett) and cannot even comprehend the amount of work I have to do. 1) Type out fox pop. data = essay, really, 2) prepare presentation, 3) read articles on metapopulation, 4) not die. Maybe even sleep, not like that's been going well this month.
Which reminds me, there has to be an Adam-centric fic (Heroes) of dark and angsty proportions of the epic variety, titled I'll Sleep When I'm Dead.
*slurps Earl Grey* *fails to crack knuckles* *ignores sick bellyache*
And now, work.
PS: Fuck you, karma. You better be storing it all for one big load-out. You so totally owe me for the August/September housing-fiasco anyway. I also haven't forgotten that I was the first one to present last time, which sucked.
ETA 1:06 am: Kill me. Kill me now. *is so tired omg tomorrow is going to suck oh gods*
* Jonathan Coulton, Big Bad World One
** Last-night's dream. Trufax.
After another night of scraping shy of 7 hours of sleep - again. I almost nodded off in class - again - and the only remedy was a stretch of the legs. And coffee. Yes, me, with the coffee. I haven't had cafeinated coffee in ages, mostly because it never wakes me up and, occassionally, leaves me a histerical shaking mess. But today, oh! It woke me up.
So lecture from 9-12 with a 10-minute break. Then straight off to work on our presentation for tomorrow until 1 am, then a 20-minute lunch break. Then workworkwork till 5:30 pm. This time with no breaks.
And then it came to our deciding who would actually give the presentation. I really didn't want to because a) I'd already volunteered - idiot guilt-trippin' foo' - for my last group project, b) I was the only one to not do the Ticks and Lyme disease research (division of tasks: I did the topic we threw out). I also didn't want to do it because I still have a shitload of stuff to write up for the fox populations (that thrown-out-but-represent topic) and I'd be getting home at 9 pm anyway, after my Dutch course.
No one wanted to volunteer, so we drew
Yeah, that was me.
So naturally, I drew the x. Fucking karma, what have I ever done to you? Can't you ever treat me right? Buddha, how could you let karma do this shit to me? After I rode that messed up bicycle and fucking snorkled to your temple?** Why?!?
So I told the girls it was ok, we all felt horrible about it, and then I quietly cried in the bathroom. I also skipped Dutch, because no fucking way was I going to pull 12 hours of non-stop work and then get home and work s'more.
Hell, it's 8 pm, I've been home an hour (shower of exhausted woe, fast food of the evil why-don't-I-ever-learn variett) and cannot even comprehend the amount of work I have to do. 1) Type out fox pop. data = essay, really, 2) prepare presentation, 3) read articles on metapopulation, 4) not die. Maybe even sleep, not like that's been going well this month.
Which reminds me, there has to be an Adam-centric fic (Heroes) of dark and angsty proportions of the epic variety, titled I'll Sleep When I'm Dead.
*slurps Earl Grey* *fails to crack knuckles* *ignores sick bellyache*
And now, work.
PS: Fuck you, karma. You better be storing it all for one big load-out. You so totally owe me for the August/September housing-fiasco anyway. I also haven't forgotten that I was the first one to present last time, which sucked.
ETA 1:06 am: Kill me. Kill me now. *is so tired omg tomorrow is going to suck oh gods*
* Jonathan Coulton, Big Bad World One
** Last-night's dream. Trufax.
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Date: 2007-11-23 03:22 am (UTC)*huggs* That sounds like one hell of a trying day. Karma owes you one big time!! Let's hope it dishes out soon, and I mean something of substance like Zachary Quinto falling from the sky into your lap or Gackt appearing outside your window to serenade you.
*shakes fist in the air on your behalf*