Love In The Asylum

I am done with all of my finals! Like literally, just this second I emailed off my last remaining paper to my poetry professor. I know, I know, waiting to turn it in until I've already left the state is pushing it a bit, but at least it is over with. I have expressed many strongly held opinions on xenoglossia (which may just be my new favorite word), and all that is left to do is hope that I expressed them coherently, and didn't just write "FISH" 500 times in sleep-deprived delirium.

I am also not in California any longer! Today's trip was extraordinarily uneventful, at least by my standards, if you don't count me getting on the wrong train and ending up in San Bruno by mistake. I don't know what train schedule I was reading that made me think the bullet train would stop at my station. But that was more ludicrous than anything - it ended up being bizarrely circuitous, as I had to get off at San Bruno, get on the train going back the other direction to get to Millbrae, take the BART from Millbrae back to San Bruno, and then switch BARTs to go back in Millbrae's direction to get to the airport. I was feeling distinctly dizzy by the end.

But on the bright side, I ended up chatting the whole time I was waiting for the train with a very sweet, very cute college girl who had made the same mistake I did, so that was fun. And also on the bright side, taking a later BART meant that I got to see an unbelievably hot guy who looked like he fell out of a seinen manga, where he would be the jerkass anti-hero who helps the hero out for mysterious reasons and may or may not want to kill him. He definitely had the shaggy anti-hero hair. And he was wearing a black suit and a frock coat! I really enjoyed that train ride.

I don't really remember either of my flights, although I assume they happened since at some point I was wandering around the Phoenix airport and now I'm not there anymore. Loading up my ipod with BBC radio dramas was definitely a good idea - more attention-holding than music, less nausea-inducing than books - but it was really weird to wake up 3/4ths of the way through an episode of King Street Junior to Peter Davison arguing about piano-related vandalism. That is honestly the only coherent memory I have between San Francisco and Phoenix. But in any case I seem to have made it home in one piece, so yay for that.

Now if you'll excuse me, I AM GOING TO GO SLEEP FOR THE REST OF TIME.

Oh my god, this weekend. I'm did the math last night (or, rather, colourofsaying did the math for me, because I was rambling and useless) and between Thursday and Sunday I got a grand total of about 15 hours of sleep, none of it in intervals longer than about two to three hours. This would be because of my soul-crushing evil demon bastard of a final paper for my Shakespeare class. I haven't hit a wall that badly in a while - I knew what I wanted to write about, I even knew how I wanted to structure the arguments in my paper, but every time I sat down and tried to actually write it I just...couldn't. No matter how much I was freaking out about the deadline and my grade and fucking up my good progress this year, when I looked at the page my mind was totally blank. REALLY REALLY FRUSTRATING.

But I finally got my act more or less together yesterday and sent the finished paper off to my prof at like 6 in the morning with an appropriately contrite email (since the due date was Friday). And then I had to resend it this morning because it was the wrong file format or something, but her reply email just said she needed it as a PDF, it didn't say "No, it's too late, I'm not going to grade it and you fail Shakespeare forever" so whatever, I don't give a fuck.

Luckily the two finals I have left are slightly less horrendous (I'm actually looking forward to my AmLit final, which has a creative response option as one of prompts), so I might make it through the next two days alive. But, uh, don't expect to see much of me until I'm back in New Mexico this weekend. Reading everyone's posts about Doctor Who is making me sad, I haven't even had a chance to download the new episode, let alone watch it. But it's at the top of my list for as soon as I'm done/home. ALONG WITH SLEEPING FOR FUCKING EVER.

What I should be doing: sleeping, to make up for the four hours I got last night and the six hours I got the night before.

What I am actually doing: birthday shopping for myself (my dad said I could pick a few things out online and he would buy them for me). Listening to the Cable-and-Deadpooliest Cable and Deadpool song EVER (Bullets by Tunng). Wishing M*A*S*H were on on Sunday nights so I could get my Hawkeye/Trapper fix. Plotting Sulu/Chekov hurt/comfort set during Wrath of Khan when Chekov gets earwormed. Making icons.

Here, have some icons.

5x Torchwood (CoE promo)
2x Iron Man
1x Booster Gold
6x Wicca/paganism/nature

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STILL ALIVE. FOR A CERTAIN VALUE OF ALIVE THAT MEANS 'VERY NEARLY DEAD.'

Handed in the paper of not-abject failure. Did not, by some miracle, fall asleep during lecture although I did start writing random bad poetry and a story about my grandmother that I might try to finish when I can focus my eyes again. Survived Japanese, although it was heinous. Very bad sign: forgot the word きののん three times in a row. I have known that word since the first week of the first class last year! *shakes head* And two people were absent, which meant the total number of people in the class was FOUR. So I kinda had to talk.

Am now on the internet just long enough to make sure the president hasn't been assassinated and there isn't an asteroid on a collision course with New York City. And also to watch the Torchwood: Children of Earth trailer! It has boysnogging and explosions. I wholeheartedly approve.

Now there will be napping! Oh, will there be napping. For the hour and a half before I have to get up and go to work. Fuck.

Sign that I Am Up Way Too Fucking Late: I am lying on my bed right now, but having the hardest time convincing my body that I am not actually vertical. I don't think I've ever had this happen before. It's a very disconcerting feeling. I keep thinking I should be holding onto the bed harder so I don't tip off.

Yeeeeeah, I should probably go to bed.

After serious thought (read: this just occurred to me out of nowhere) I have concluded that my external drive is named Heero. Why?

1. Totally my hero, because without it my hard drive would be completely full by now and I would not be able to download and watch the slashy goodness that is SGA and Merlin
2. It spends most of its time plugged into Max (and here I snicker like a 12-year-old) and
3. I just picked Max up without remembering that my drive was plugged in and sent it flying halfway across the room, and it still works perfectly fine. Heero is hardcore, people.

WHY AM I STILL AWAKE TO THINK THESE THINGS? PERFECTLY UNNECESSARY ALL-NIGHTERS = EPIC FAIL

This is my...third? fourth? fifth? idk all-nighter or almost all-nighter in about a week and I'm getting far to blase about it, I think - sometime around 9 pm I just start thinking "sleep? who needs sleep, sleeping is for losers, I can stay up ALL NIGHT DOING WORK or pretending to do work as the case may be AND ALL WILL BE FINE!" Except that, well, it isn't fine, I end up skipping my Japanese class or my SLE lectures because I'm on the verge of passing out or spend the day staggering around like a mildly depressed zombie. Or going on IM and making inane, semi-delusional, incoherent comments at Al until she gets fed up with my nonsense and orders me to sleep. But such is the price I pay for having the presumption to attend an Ivy League level school and think I can get off with being my normal lazy, useless slacker self. XD

On the other hand, this non-sleep schedule does mean that when I finally do decide to go to sleep, I fall asleep before I even remember laying down, as opposed to thrashing around trying to get comfortable while ignoring my roommate and her boyfriend and their various alarmingly squishy sounds for TWO HOURS, which is how long it usually seems to take me to fall asleep. Not on, body. Not on.