It is cold outside, and this is really not a situation that I approve of. I was clearly meant to be rich, or at least one of those animals that either hibernates or goes south for the winter. To make matters worse I say things like, "Jesus Christ, people, it is freezing in here!" And my step-dad feels the need to pipe up with, "It's 39 degrees outside, that's not freezing." Which preeetty much makes me want to throw things.

Also, I have a papercut under my thumbnail, which I'm thinking probably hurts more than if I had actually chopped off my thumb with some sort of ninja sword that the paper was clearly training to be. Typing is not really the most pleasant thing in all of the world, in point of fact, due to the unreasonable amounts of pain being caused by such a tiny little cut.

As a bonus, I have what my awesome mathematical skills have estimated to be approximately 17 metric tons of homework. I've got a paper due Wednesday in one class, and my Comp teacher has apparently stepped right on over the bend.

Also, because I cannot stress this enough: It is really freaking cold. I don't know how you people up in the North do it. Give me the 100 day summers! Take from me anything below 73!

In conclusion: Can it be nap time now?

Have you ever had those days where all you want to do is runaway? It's like when you were young and used to daydream about packing your bags and striking out on your own. Your mom might cry, and beg you to stay, in those daydreams, but you where 8 years old and knew your destiny lied somewhere far, far away from English class.

I want to runaway today. Far, far away.

Not so much from English, but math, let me tell you, is not exactly giving me any reasons to stay. The epic assholery of the teacher in that class has pretty much made my math homework even less appealing than normal, because I think about doing it, and remember how he pretty much called me a moron for asking a question yesterday. I mean, hey, I've got an A in that class. He talks about not wanting to give due dates for each assignment, because he knows that not everyone is the same; that's a fucking lie, though, he's always reducing us to statistics, and lecturing about plumbing, and not bothering to attempt to learn our names. One of my friend's in that class answered a question and he said, "Oh, you think so, huh?" Asshole.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly jumping to do my Comp homework either, but at least for all her crazy she doesn't talk to us like we're idiot children.

All of this, of course, comes back to how it's time to enroll or the spring semester, and I'm curled up into a ball of DNW.

Another things that should be LJ moods: FILLED WITH DREAD and DNW

What I want to do: be able to write some fucking zombie apocalypse fic. Why can't I figure this thing out? Why, why, why?

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.

Went to see Jennifer's Body last night, and really liked it. But I was incredibly thrown by cute-geeky-boy Adam Brody being insanely hot. Like, Jesus, you guys, I don't even know. I was expecting crushable Adam Brody, not flaming hotness. God, I'll take one of those, please.

I figured out some things about the zombie apocalypse fic I've been wanting to write, that... Well, maybe aren't overly important things, because I'm still not sure what the story is, other than two boys falling in love while the world ends around them, (there can never be enough of that kind of story, you guys, I'm not even joking, it's like pining and fake boyfriends that way) but character things that would be so very awesome to write.

And instead of being able to do that, or work on it at all, I have a metric fuckton of homework.

The whole thing is making me cranky. Also cranky-making: I'm a fucking moron, and did the wrong math assignment the other night, which means that I've got to settle for 75% credit for the assignment I thought I did, because now it's past due.

I am dying of emo plague. Swine flu is not the real danger out there today. The emo plague will catch you unaware, and no amount of washing your hands will help. :(

Pete Wentz shaved his head in an effort to find a cure.

I now find him like, seventeen thousand times more attractive, but am still, well, plagued by emo.

Also, it's 2:36 in the morning, and I have an assignment half done and another I haven't even started that are both due tomorrow and I just cannot express enough how much I don't even want to do it.

I think school is trying to kill my soul. At the very least my will to live is being threatened. I've got a test tomorrow, one on Friday on a chapter we haven't actually gone over in class(along with a group project that's due in that class), two exams Monday (Intro to Psych and History), a "take home exam" due that day in Comp, as well as my weekly hellish paper for Humanities, and, oh yes, a Humanities test on Wednesday, where--among many, many other things--I have to be able to identify the period of ancient Greek architecture, and many other paintings and sculptures by culture and period.

I don't think I want to play anymore, frankly.

Saturday my mom and I are going to go see Momma Mia (for Humanities!) and, frankly, I'm pretty sure I'd rather go see Jennifer's Body.

Saturday is also when new Merlin episodes start, so I fully expect to come home and be able to ::cough:: watch it. I'm so excited it's stupid! I don't know. I want to write Merlin fic, but a) do not have time, and b) only have a vague idea of what it could be about. That's a lie. I've got a really good idea for one, I just don't have the skill required to pull it off. Which is sort of a bummer, frankly.

I've also got an idea I'm sort of in love with for a Spencer/Brendon fic, (time traveling solvers of crime (in love)!) but prettykitty_aya pointed out some flaws in my plan. Not the least of which was that it would require plot, and, well, see above, re: skill, lack thereof. I've totally got the beginning of a Spencer/Brendon fic sitting around, which I kind of want to finish because it has fun things like fake!boyfriends and mocking Pete Wentz (lovingly!), but I probably never will, because, again with the plot thing. Stupid plot.

At some point I would like to write more Being Human fic, if for no other reason than because it is a travesty that there is not more Annie/Mitchell/George fic out there in the world. They are adorable! Watch that show and write me Annie/Mitchell/George, people! musesfool nearly has me talked into doing yuletide this year just so I can request some of that action. Well, and Middleman/Wendy Watson fic.

My ships are not other people's ships, and this makes me sad.

Things I hate about websites that require the use of internet explorer:
1) I have to use Internet Explorer.
2) Something always goes wrong with it.

Which is to say, my math homework continues to not get done, because IE sucks on levels previously unknown man.

And the water is out in this stupid, horrible town again. The ways in which I want need want to move are sort of epic. I mean, like, IE suckitude epic.

OMG I AM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS STUPID HOMEWORK. ::flails::

So, in the spirit of, IDK, if I can't see it, it can't see me, or something: anyone going to Cobra in Dallas on Halloween? I... don't know who is actually headlining that, but it's Cobras, and I want to see them.

Also, for some reason, every time I try to write Spencer/Brendon I either can't finish it, or it turns out to be completely different from what I actual want to write. I have no idea what is up with that, but it's not making me happy.

Do you think I could get away with doing a PowerPoint presentation on people being driving to violence agains themselves or others by Microsoft Office applications?

Like, for the class that is requiring me to do, um, a thousand PowerPoint presentations. Well, ok, it's like, 8. But still!

Oh, god, it's 3AM, and I really need to be working on, oh, REMIX (or failing that, math homework. Shut up, my priorities are awesome.) and instead I just found myself here, watching A Very Potter Musical.

JFC I need sleep.

And the new HP movie.

And to get this remix written.

And for someone to do Razia's Shadow with, like, Lego people, and put it up on youtube. Or vampires and werewolves. VAMPIRE AND WEREWOLF LEGO PEOPLE.

And sleep.

Things wot are awesome:
Grilled cheese sandwiches that are toasted just just right.
It being my Friday, at least as far as classes are concerned!
My sparkly shoes for the wedding
Diet Dr. Pepper
Not waking up at 6:30 in the morning
Betas
My plans for my remix

Things wot are not awesome:
Insurmountable amounts of homework.
My heel slipping out the back of my sparkly shoes for the wedding every time I take a step
Waking up at 6:45 in the morning
All the things I have to do this weekend, most of which are not homework related
All my friends going to see the new Transformers with their boyfriends/husbands, leaving me with no one to drag along
The fact that due to my horribly codependent relationship with my beta, I can no longer be trusted to proofread anything on my own.
This stupid research paper I just wrote, and I don't even care.
Not having time to write my remix
"emo" not being in my lj mood theme

Lalala I've got a research paper I should've already written, that is due tonight, that I still haven't figured out what I'm going to write it about, but there is so much fic to read.

I've got like, 6 stories open in 6 different tabs, and a recs list with at least two more I have to read open in the other.

Also, this weekend is my baby brother's wedding, and I haven't made peace with the fact that I have to wear a horrible dress that makes me look horrible and be photographed in it. Anybody got some tips on that?

(+) Have tickets for Chicago!
(---) But they are shitty seats, and not pit.
(+) At least I can, like, leave and get something to drink between sets?
(+) And I did get pit in Dallas, I just now have to go for sure. Hopefully not by myself though.
(-) Today my 19 y/o cousin is marrying his 17 y/o girlfriend. Outside. And, naturally, it is supposed to storm.
(+) I wasn't gonna go anyway, because I canceled one set of plans, they canceled the wedding, I made other plans, and then they said, the wedding was back on. Haha, fool me once.
(--) I've got a lot of math homework to do, my allergies are kicking my ass, and I kind of just want to crawl under the covers for the rest of the day.
(-) Seriously, such shitty seats. Like, not even level 1 seats. Level two. And it was still $136.

I should totally be getting ready for class right now. I mean, and I know I should! I should also, like, do the assignment for that class, which, no joke, is to write two sentences, about what I would like to learn in that class. But I'm having this issue with opening Word. Not like, an actual tech issue. Just an "OMMDNW" issue, because I am for real twelve.

Pete posted pictures of his baby and Brendon Urie that've put stars in my eyes.

And I still can't get tickets to Chicago and this is making me cranky. ::shakes fist at livenation.com::