( Nov. 6th, 2011 09:11 am)
Swing: fairly down. I said I'd feel worse about this in the morning and hey, I definitely do.

Mohinder is out for the count.

I was watching Supernatural while cooking some baby carrots and managed to pour some of the sauce into his mouse buttons. Of course, I told the woman from Dell earlier this summer that if my computer broke again I would just buy a new one.

Augh.

And of course this is the month I'm trying to write a novel and the week I have two essays due and a powerpoint presentation to create.

Well. The carrots turned out really yummy at least. :/
Dear roommate:

I do not care if they are your mother, your boyfriend, your best friend or a girl from your sorority, there is no reason a person I do not know should be sleeping in our room without my having been warned, and even more so for two nights in a row.

On top of that, if you are going to come in and 2:45am, keep it down. I was trying to catch up on sleep. Also, this means that just because you need to get up at 8am and only just got back, it is unacceptable to set an alarm for 7am, 7:45, 7:50, 7:55, and 8:00. Some of us want to sleep until nine.

Some of us also, at this point in time, have an urge to smother you.

No love,
Abstract Whisk
The bad news is as follows: since Saturday my head has felt progressively worse. I went to the doctor on Monday, who laughed at me and said "Well yeah, it hurts. You hit it." (which was about eight thousand kinds of unhelpful). Regular pain killers have had no effect on the pain and I've been having trouble concentrating. Last night it got so bad that I finally decided (with much cajoling from my mother/Morgan/Becca) that I ought to go to the emergency room just to be sure there wasn't something serious going on.

Cue spending the next five hours in the emergency room waiting, waiting, waiting, getting some stronger drugs and another ct-scan done.The scan came up clear which, on the one hand, is good because it means I don't have bleeding in the brain or any acute trauma. On the other hand it means they don't know why it hurts so badly and the knock to my head could have pushed up the level of my migraine pain for the future.

So I got a prescription for stronger meds (which I haven't dropped off yet, but need to) and a referral to a local neurologist. I skipped three classes this morning (didn't get home from the er until past two am) and emailed those professors. They were all really understanding and now I don't have to stress about my Shakespeare paper (the first draft of which was due today). The professor said I could email it to her on Friday if I was feeling up to it. So that's something good, at least.

In the mean time it just hurts so badly. I'm having a hard time focusing on anything/being productive at all. I slept in until almost noon today and I know I have work I ought to catch up on, but I don't think I have the brainpower. I'm trying to relax though. I know stressing about it will only make things worse.

*hugs everyone*
( Oct. 1st, 2011 05:02 pm)
Following yesterday's bad news several things happened.

I lost the very cute semi-claddagh style ring my mother bought for me. I lost the cable to charge my e-reader. I discovered I have about 250 pages of reading to do for next week. I discovered that my Sociocultural Anthropology textbook was $30 for a reason-- that reason being that it's missing a bunch of pages due to what looks like a printing/binding error.

My plans for grocery shopping with Morgan were put on hold because he was sick this morning. It's raining. It's cold. I haven't been sleeping well.

While I was getting out bowls for lunch I managed to nail myself in the temple with the edge of the cabinet door and have been dizzy/in pain for the past five or so hours. I got worried enough to call my mother the Officially Registered nurse and she said I was probably okay, but need someone to keep an eye on me for a bit and that I should put ice on it. All of my ice cubes are fish or flower shaped and do not make for good packages to put on one's head. I am so very tired.

Did I mention my head hurts? At least during this instance I know why.
We're not going to the quidditch world cup.

The school is not paying for our transport and board as previously thought and we don't have $3000.

They gave us $50.

Bake sale profit will be going to recoup the $200 non-refundable registration fee.

Fuck, guys. D:
( Jul. 13th, 2010 05:27 pm)
It is at this point during the summer, in the middle of my two week stretch of inactivity (by which I mean, no traveling or volunteering), that I am reminded how much my life benefits from a bit of structure. I perform pretty well in a structured environment, where I have to get out and do things, where I am being held accountable, etc.

Weeks like this, not so much. It's so much easier to procrastinate when there's no real, impending deadline. I have a whole raft of things I could be doing: 
  • Emailing my roommate a list of things we should be able to share (television, printer, curtains, etc)
  • Checking to see if Alex is in town so that I can make him the cookies he bought at the auction
  • Ostensibly, cleaning out all my stuff and seeing what I want to take with me this fall
  • Packing/planning on what to pack for London
  • Going over the touristy information on Cardiff my mother sent me
  • Likewise, going over the trip itinerary she sent me
  • Pulling together my outfit for the steampunk event in London
  • Writing the next chapter of what I'm writing on [livejournal.com profile] conceivingaplot because that whole posting when I'm a chapter and a half ahead in writing totally fell apart.
Instead I find myself going through ridiculous lengths to procrastinate. I'm having thought processes that go something like: "Oh, I reread the first two SoT novels a while back, why don't I just finish the series, again," and "Hm, I wonder if the library cares if I put the cds I check out onto my computer. I don't think I really care one way or another," which of course ends up with me wasting a bunch of time. Staying up too late and spending too much time online, as well. Not to mention the crazy plan of catching up with an entire season of Supernatural in two weeks (which is turning into forcing ten episodes in four days and I think I can say with confidence we're not going to make it. No offense Will. It's not for lack of trying).

Also I'm crushingly not really excited for London. Maybe it hasn't sunken in yet that we're going? I mean, it's something that's pretty exciting, I just don't have butterflies yet. :/
( Jul. 5th, 2010 08:30 pm)
Birthday stuff went okay. Apparently my card was really awesome. *shrug* Good times.

In other news I feel like I'm in a horror movie.

Little did the family know that what they had assumed to be an ant infestation was really a cover for a large scale alien invasion.

Yeah. We have ants, but their not the usual ants we get sometimes in the summer. For one they're huge. Secondly, while they're all across the living room floor, some walls, and occasionally the ceiling, they have not even set foot in the kitchen. Not even last night, when we accidentally left rice krispie treats out, or all day today when my mom's birthday cake was waiting to be iced, or even after it was iced.

Essentially, they're just really creepy ants and they're everywhere. Also they collect their dead. >.> Weird.



ALSO! Just to make this one of the most eclectic posts ever I present you with this dilemma:

I'm writing a story with characters A, B, C, and D. The chapters alternate between A and B's pov. However, there is extremely relevant information in C's personal background that I would really like to convey to the reader. While C might tell D about it, he probably wouldn't do so explicitly or in the presence of A or B.

Now, I'm a fan of consistancy, so I feel that doing a chapter from C's pov is both cheating and kind of cheap. If other people probably won't see it that way, I'll do that, regardless of my preference, if only because I can't for the life of me think how to smoothly integrate the information. Thoughts?
( Mar. 17th, 2010 01:42 pm)
Thirty-seven pages to ruin the good thing that was going on.

Oh, 'Lendel.

I'd forgotten what it was like to cry over a novel. I'm afraid to start Chapter Nine.

EDIT: I'm buying the next one tomorrow. Maybe the next two, if I have cash.
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