*snifflehacksneezecoughgroan*

Somehow I appear to have made myself sick in the past, like, 6 hours.

You know what I should have done today? Written my entire kidlit paper. You know what I did instead? Came home from work at 6, ate dinner, took a nap, woke up feeling like thrice warmed over ass, and watched a LOT of television with roomie.

And yet somehow 24 hours from now, I will be an hour into the fantasticness that is RotK.

Tonight will definitely be a NyQuil night. I also need to call it an early night so I can get up tomorrow and hopefully get a little writing done before work. I work 12-3 and at least part of 6-8 (depending on how much photocopying there is to do), and really need to get a LOT of the paper written before the show at midnight.

*sigh*

I hate my life right now. I know, everything cycles around, yadda yadda... but damn, I wish it would cycle a little quicker. Getting reeeeeeeal sick [pun not intended] of being a useless blob.

Thrice warmed over ass with a generous helping of ooginess on the side

And in a stunning display of bad timing, my sinuses have apparently decided that the most stressful week of the semester would be a great time to stage a hostile takeover of my face. I was hoping that a dose of NyQuil coupled with a good night's sleep would scare the buggers into behaving themselves, but no go. Woke up to clogged sinuses, ears that won't pop correctly, a scratchy throat, and a stomach that does not at all appreciate the gallons of snot currently seeping into it. Was also incidentally soaked in sweat, but I'm guessing that was due to the sauna that is my room rather than to a fever. I got to work more than 15 minutes late because everything took like three times longer than it should have as I was getting ready.

The plan was to work on my KidLit paper between finishing this shift at 3 and starting my photocopy shift at 6, but it seems increasingly likely that I'll go home and collapse into bed instead. One day longer to write my paper, one day less to study for Criminology. If I want this semester to be over so badly, why do I keep drawing it out as long as possible?

I have just been alerted to the fact that the full time staffers have had their fill at the Christmas party, which means I get to go pick through the leftovers to see if I can find something to eat that doesn't make my stomach clench up in protest.

Ciao. Or, more appropriately, Chow.

Now if I could just get my ears to pop already...

Mmmmm, Christmas party food.

And bonus! The decongestant and cough syrup I chugged down this morning have finally kicked in, so I could actually taste the stuff as I was eating it. Sweeeeet. Keeping my fingers crossed that the drugs tide me over long enough to get a little writing done in between work shifts.

And, in the spirit of holiday hilarity:

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My LiveJournal 12 Days
My True Love gave to me...
12 adam_oddfellows a-tickling.
11 dandanars a-yelling.
10 discountsatoris a-ranting.
9 echo_eriols a-calling.
8 ithilstars a-swimming.
7 misanthropicsobs a-smooching.
6 naiveinsights a-snorting.
5 red-orange penguinbois.
4 laying princessbebops.
3 Canadian raptorgirls.
2 chicken shivasaaviks.
And a symphy in a grapefruit tree.
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You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
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Also, my pathetic attempt at being a human lie detector, based on the results from my last poll:

eljewell
I've had the same hairbrush since 8th grade: true
I learned to swim in 8th grade: lie

naiveinsight
I didn't like Nightmare Before Christmas when I first saw it: true
My mother wanted to keep her maiden name when she married my dad, but he said he wouldn't marry her if she didn't: lie

echo_eriol
To complete the Full craziness of last year, I also had a large crush on Sam (Jason's brother): true
I used to occasionally steal some of your shampoo becuase it smelled pretty and I had forgotten to bring mine into the shower: lie

ubersaurus
I tend to be very shy, and thus never know quite how to talk to people I don't know well: true
As a kid, I used to climb trees and read up there all the time, until one day I fell out of one and broke my arm: lie

discountsatori
I have never had a cavity or toothache: true
I like to eat peanut butter and cheese sandwiches: lie

medlir
I never kissed a girl on the lips until well after I was 21: true
I lost my virginity to someone I'd known for less than a week: lie

boucinoffdawall
I actually debated being an English major: lie
I've never left the country (Ontario doesn't count as leaving): true

adamant_turtle
I was adopted when I was three weeks old: lie
I used to be a gymnast: true

Respond in comments and let me know how I did. :)

(Half an hour left at work and I actually feel kindasorta alert. we'll see how long that lasts.)

PSA: Misquoting my #1 literary boyfriend makes me all cranky-like. Thank you, drive through.

Some words of wisdom I found misquoted elsejournal earlier today, that nonetheless strike me as amazingly relevant to my current struggles, academic and otherwise:

"It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall? Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes when you fall, you fly."
-- Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

Hmm. I think it would be considerably easier to write this paper if my ears weren't under the mistaken impression that my head is, in fact, underwater.

Oh well. Less than 4 hours til shivasaavik and I meet up for some massive RotK midnight geekery. (And by the way, thank whomever that Michigan Theater has reserved seating for this show so we don't have to go stand out in the cold for hours in order to get decent seats).

Need to make some progress before that so as not to feel like a complete waste of space. 1-2-3 go.

More paper whining. Feel free to disregard at will.

Fuck.

This is clearly going to be one of those papers where it takes freaking FOREVER to write ever single paragraph, because a) my language skills have gone on hiatus and b) I actually give a shit about what this professor thinks of me, so I can't just ignore a) and press on anyway. Instead, it's taken me like an hour to write the first bloody paragraph because my writing process consists of writing a sentence, getting disgusted with its horrendous suckiness, deleting it, and repeating the process ad infinitum.

Everything would be so much easier if I could just stop caring.

Goddamn it, at this rate I'm gonna have less than a page written by the time RotK starts, which means I'll have to spend all day tomorrow finishing the stupid thing instead of studying for Criminology as planned.

*beats head into keyboard*

I don't know what's happened to me this semester, but I'd really like my old capable self back. Pretty please? KTHX.

*sigh*

5 pages of craptastic notes, including three pages of stuff about Coraline I'll hopefully be able to gank pretty much word for word from my thesis.

Whatever.

Return of the King, here I come.