2003-10-07
Current mood:
ARGH!!
I just had to get that out of my system. Of course, actually screaming ARGH out loud would have been much more satisfying than merely typing it, but it's probably very inappropriate at this point in time, seeing as I'm at school, in the computer lab, and there's other people here. They'll get scared.
Well, I am currently very, very stressed. I have a presentation to do tomorrow and I am so *insert appropriate profanity here*-ed. And not in the way I'd like to be. *sigh* Poor Spike, sitting all alone in my closet, feeling unloved and rejected because, lately, I've been too damned busy and STRESSED to even think about having my wicked, wicked way with him.
I'm so worried about this thing tomorrow that my heart is pounding a mile a minute. I doubt I've had even five hours of good sleep since, oh, Saturday night. And I KNOW that I won't get a good night's sleep tonight. Either homework, coffee or paralyzing, terrifying stress will keep me awake. I just know it.
Hm... I wonder if my theater prof will take marks off my presentation if I FALL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!! I can just see it now.
Me: *translated from french text* '... One also notices that, during the course of arguments or heated debates, the actors tend to use a great deal of language based on religion. They may ask certain saints for forgiviness, or use terms such as.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'
Prof: *in french* Uh... Theresa??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Are you okay??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Well, let's see... minus a million points for falling asleep during your OWN PRESENTATION. You do realise this means you've failed this course...?
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every other course you'll ever take with me...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you've ever taken here at CUSB...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you will EVER take ANYWHERE
Me: *in a daze* just five more minutes mom.
Prof: ............... Get out of my classroom and don't ever come back.
Yeah, I can TOTALLY see that happening. Hm... welcome back, dear Panic, my old friend. And as for my old friend, Procrastination... I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!! Don't you understand? It's over! What we had together is over. I don't want you in my life anymore. Do you realise you're violating the restraining order? You could soooo go to jail for this. But, oh, why must you tempt me so with your sweet promises of "I can finish it tomorrow" and "Tomorrow never comes"? Will I NEVER be free of this temptation to yield to your every sick, psychotic whim? Oh, how I curse you, cold and uncaring Fate. You, who have forever wedded me to Procrastination... who has bound my contradictory heart to that which I both love and loath. Am I bound, 'til my final day, to spend my days with one for whom life is made of naught but tomorrows? Mock me not with your silence, for I MUST find the answers to these troublesome questions.
Eh. I'll do it tomorrow.
(Hm... where the heck did THAT come from? From Kentucky? Ahhh... it all makes so much more sense now.)
ARGH!!
I just had to get that out of my system. Of course, actually screaming ARGH out loud would have been much more satisfying than merely typing it, but it's probably very inappropriate at this point in time, seeing as I'm at school, in the computer lab, and there's other people here. They'll get scared.
Well, I am currently very, very stressed. I have a presentation to do tomorrow and I am so *insert appropriate profanity here*-ed. And not in the way I'd like to be. *sigh* Poor Spike, sitting all alone in my closet, feeling unloved and rejected because, lately, I've been too damned busy and STRESSED to even think about having my wicked, wicked way with him.
I'm so worried about this thing tomorrow that my heart is pounding a mile a minute. I doubt I've had even five hours of good sleep since, oh, Saturday night. And I KNOW that I won't get a good night's sleep tonight. Either homework, coffee or paralyzing, terrifying stress will keep me awake. I just know it.
Hm... I wonder if my theater prof will take marks off my presentation if I FALL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!! I can just see it now.
Me: *translated from french text* '... One also notices that, during the course of arguments or heated debates, the actors tend to use a great deal of language based on religion. They may ask certain saints for forgiviness, or use terms such as.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'
Prof: *in french* Uh... Theresa??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Are you okay??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Well, let's see... minus a million points for falling asleep during your OWN PRESENTATION. You do realise this means you've failed this course...?
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every other course you'll ever take with me...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you've ever taken here at CUSB...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you will EVER take ANYWHERE
Me: *in a daze* just five more minutes mom.
Prof: ............... Get out of my classroom and don't ever come back.
Yeah, I can TOTALLY see that happening. Hm... welcome back, dear Panic, my old friend. And as for my old friend, Procrastination... I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!! Don't you understand? It's over! What we had together is over. I don't want you in my life anymore. Do you realise you're violating the restraining order? You could soooo go to jail for this. But, oh, why must you tempt me so with your sweet promises of "I can finish it tomorrow" and "Tomorrow never comes"? Will I NEVER be free of this temptation to yield to your every sick, psychotic whim? Oh, how I curse you, cold and uncaring Fate. You, who have forever wedded me to Procrastination... who has bound my contradictory heart to that which I both love and loath. Am I bound, 'til my final day, to spend my days with one for whom life is made of naught but tomorrows? Mock me not with your silence, for I MUST find the answers to these troublesome questions.
Eh. I'll do it tomorrow.
(Hm... where the heck did THAT come from? From Kentucky? Ahhh... it all makes so much more sense now.)
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