world: hates me.
Sep. 1st, 2009 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardAsk me how my morning went. No, go ahead, ask me.
Well, I woke up, wrote fic, which actually put me in a fairly fabulous mood (I REMEMBER HOW TO WRITE CANON CHARACTERs; I AM FILLED WITH LOVE FOR NARNIA), then went merrily off to the library to go print out something for my 9:30 class. This was about at 8:45, by the way.
Naturally, the library printers aren't working. 9:00, start heading over to Willow lab, then think, hey, I shall call my friend with a printer who is also in my 9:30, so I do that, get into her gated on-campus apartmentjail complex, go and fool around with her computer trying to get my paper off Blackboard.
No dice. Panic, freak out, agree to go back to Mayer (my dorm) and e-mail it to her from my computer, at which point she will print it out and go to class.
Naturally, I cannot get out of herjail apartment complex, and so have a minor panic attack while wandering around for five minutes until I can eventually follow someone out. At this point, it is 9:15 and I am sprinting back to Mayer to get to my computer and e-mail the paper to her so she can print it out. And then it is 9:20 and I am sprinting down four flights of stairs and across campus to the English building, which is in the Academic Quad and is also called Mayer. 9:29-ish -- slide into class. My friend, who lives further away, comes in late, but with the paper, and I promise to buy her lunch or knit her a scarf or bake her muffins.
This is, of course, the point where I cannot concentrate on one Ralph Waldo Emerson at all, and also where I realize I have forgotten how to analyze literature and also that I think I hate literature a little bit. Later, I decide that I can't possibly like English lit enough to actually be an English major, but at this point I am released fromhell class and I go off to buy lunch for my friend. Note that I have not eaten anything at this point, and also that it is 11:00. I had some tea because I managed to grab my mug when I flew up to my room the first time, after coming back from the library so I could grab my cell. Purchase meatballs & marinara for friend, sushi for moi, and hightail it back to Mayer so that aella_irene isn't left wondering if I have left her high and dry on Google Docs.
Also, last night I read so much on the Russian Revolution that I think I don't care, at all. *weeps* BRING ME BACK ANCIENT GREECE I LIKE YOU LOTS. Thus the insanity last night, but hey, I can still write canon. Also, I finally put up my Narnia calender, and now Caspian is staring at me with soulful eyes. He is very pretty, but not very smart, I think.
Also, it has been a week and I cannot for the life of me figure out how to fill out these goddamned forms so I can be properly employed, so I am off to NCCROW to beg forgiveness for the fact that I am clearly incompetent and also, please still hire me despite the fact I have no idea what these forms mean.
As you can see, life of Bedlam is exciting.
ETA: IT WOULD HELP IF THERE WAS ACTUALLY SOMEONE AT THE BUILDING I COULD TALK TO. *chants to self* Must get employed, must get employed, must get employed...although at this point I can barely keep up with my classes and my writing. Well, I'm not keeping up with my writing. Also, I am...kind of not eating. Much. But I am drinking an awful lot of tea.
Well, I woke up, wrote fic, which actually put me in a fairly fabulous mood (I REMEMBER HOW TO WRITE CANON CHARACTERs; I AM FILLED WITH LOVE FOR NARNIA), then went merrily off to the library to go print out something for my 9:30 class. This was about at 8:45, by the way.
Naturally, the library printers aren't working. 9:00, start heading over to Willow lab, then think, hey, I shall call my friend with a printer who is also in my 9:30, so I do that, get into her gated on-campus apartment
No dice. Panic, freak out, agree to go back to Mayer (my dorm) and e-mail it to her from my computer, at which point she will print it out and go to class.
Naturally, I cannot get out of her
This is, of course, the point where I cannot concentrate on one Ralph Waldo Emerson at all, and also where I realize I have forgotten how to analyze literature and also that I think I hate literature a little bit. Later, I decide that I can't possibly like English lit enough to actually be an English major, but at this point I am released from
aella_irene isn't left wondering if I have left her high and dry on Google Docs.Also, last night I read so much on the Russian Revolution that I think I don't care, at all. *weeps* BRING ME BACK ANCIENT GREECE I LIKE YOU LOTS. Thus the insanity last night, but hey, I can still write canon. Also, I finally put up my Narnia calender, and now Caspian is staring at me with soulful eyes. He is very pretty, but not very smart, I think.
Also, it has been a week and I cannot for the life of me figure out how to fill out these goddamned forms so I can be properly employed, so I am off to NCCROW to beg forgiveness for the fact that I am clearly incompetent and also, please still hire me despite the fact I have no idea what these forms mean.
As you can see, life of Bedlam is exciting.
ETA: IT WOULD HELP IF THERE WAS ACTUALLY SOMEONE AT THE BUILDING I COULD TALK TO. *chants to self* Must get employed, must get employed, must get employed...although at this point I can barely keep up with my classes and my writing. Well, I'm not keeping up with my writing. Also, I am...kind of not eating. Much. But I am drinking an awful lot of tea.