slow-dancin' with a bleached blonde battletramp

bedlamsbard: Writing BSG makes me feel like I'm cheating on Narnia.
snacky: Haha, I was thinking that about Yuletide. "But none of these fandoms are Narnia! I'm being unfaithful!"
bedlamsbard: "Baby, don't key my car! I'm sorry I left you with three WIPs, but I always come back! I'm just going out to meet BSG in a hotel."
snacky: "She means nothing to me! I love you! I just needed something... different!"
lady_songsmith: Better watch out, or Narnia'll take a louisville slugger to your computer screen.
bedlamsbard: "I need to rediscover my creativity! And of course the WIP isn't mine!"
bedlamsbard: Because I've been slow-dancin' with a bleach-blonde battletramp.
lady_songsmith: And churning out 300 words of that bathroom reading.
snacky: Lol, suddenly Carrie Underwood = Narnia, and other fandoms = sing white-trash versions of Shania karaoke.
snacky: "Baby, you're the one I always come back to! Those prompt memes, they don't mean a thing!"
bedlamsbard: Narnia's going to carve her name in my DVDs and slash a hole in my keyboard.

...I have a strange urge to listen to Before He Cheats now.

judge me and I will cut you

Actual conversation I just had:

Me: I have half a paragraph of my thesis.
New York: Yay!
Me: I need ten pages.
New York: ...oh.

Ugh, ugh, ugh. Can I just write my thesis about Battlestar Galactica instead? Or, alternately, just write my BSG fic instead? That's totally an option, right?

...I could totally talk about Virgilian influences on BSG, yes? They are on an EPIC SEARCH for a NEW HOMELAND and actually the comparison kind of falls apart there, so never mind.

ETA: Ugh, I am basically regurgitating what I have read and not actually coming up with a coherent and/or cogent thought of my own; I feel like a freaking idiot, and also I am talking about stuff wot I do not know, what the fuck. Also, I'm going to have to switch to doing my Latin homework in a minute; well, at least I can put BSG on in the background. (I am giving serious thought to skipping Latin tomorrow morning just so I can get some more sleep, but I'll feel terrible about it, so it probably ain't happening.)

On the bright side, I just got an e-mail from Whole Foods telling me that raspberries are going to be on sale. RASPBERRIES. I LOVE RASPBERRIES.

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Yeah, I hit the point where I realized that neither what I'd written nor my research was (a) relevant to what my thesis is actually supposed to be on or (b) relevant to my interests. FAIL BEDLAM FAIL.

So I ate some biscuits with raspberry jam and switched to Latin, but I'm too braindead to do Livy right now. Except for how I have class at 8:30, oh god, make it stop. So far I have translated one sentence and written 170 words of Helo and Cally pre-series fic. Also I have watched two Carrie Underwood music videos, because I mentioned the part where I can't brain right now, right? Also...am I right in thinking that Cowboy Casanova is Carrie Underwood as nouveau-western brothel madame? Also, why do I keep thinking that you could probably vid a BSG character to this song? (Starbuck?)