Bwee! Caps from the three-second Dresden Files teaser on Sci-Fi! Paul Blackthorne as Harry = YES.
Mmmflg. Should have saved Veronica for later and slept all afternoon, instead of only letting myself get an hour and a half of sleep. I don’t wanna go to a group meeting for my Cinema Production class! I don’t wannt leave my warm, comfy bed! Morpheus beckons. Trudging out to the Fine Arts building in the freezing cold does not sound appealing.
In other news, you’re skiing in shark-filled waters, Veronica. At least this week’s episode wasn’t quite as hokey as last week’s, but come on. Where is the brilliance of last season? The whole Meg subplot is so soap opera-ish I want to suffocate myself with cartoon birds. Yay at Wallace being back, but does this mean we have to get back to putting up with Skanky McWhatserface?
Back in my room! Got food, got Veronica: I’m ready to relax!
Woohoo, finished! And I was able to slip in three hours of sleep last night! Off to Ko for a quick peer edit (how much do I love having an English/Poli Sci dual major for a roommate?), then I’m home free!
Well, home free as soon as I do my CSE homework. Then I’ll do the Physics homework that’s due tomorrow, watch last night’s Veronica Mars, sleep for 12 hours straight, and emerge a new woman! A new woman that will be spending a significant portion of the weekend working on Cinema Productions stuff, as the movie has to be finished by the 16th, and cramming for exams. Bleh.
Curse you, Lost. I keep wanting to refer to Rousseau as “she.”
Paper update: Getting there! Have caved and eaten my precious Appley Ever After with waffle, but only to give me the sustenance to complete my task!
Ooh, and tomorrow afternoon, when life is wonderful again, I’ll have a fresh episode of Veronica Mars as a reward! No new Lost eps for several weeks, if I recall.
Psst! Priscilla! Finish your paper by midnight, and you can have Appley Ever After on waffles!
Mmm, good thinking, Priscilla’s id! *types*
Is there an adjective form of “anathema”?
Edit: There is now.
Nothing like unholy terror to get the creative juices flowing. My paper is prodding buttock.
I don’t usually curse, but DAMMIT. DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. I had EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL. I was going to overcome the obstacles my professors placed before me with grace, poise, and academic eloquence. Now I re-check my PoliSci syllabus to see what time tomorrow the paper is due, and I see DECEMBER 7TH, 4PM. I have no idea how I could have made this mistake. RRRGH, I’m furious with myself! If necessary, I could have finished it last night! Or if I’d gone to Lecture today rather than staying in my room to work, Professor Lustick would have certainly mentioned the due date, and I could have emailed Josh and skipped Cinema Production class to finish the paper by the 4PM deadline.
Off to email the TA and beg for an extension to tomorrow morning. And now I’m going to have a grade deduction, and I was so pleased with the direction the paper was going, and ARRRRGH.
Woohoo! My revised credits sequence for my Cinema Production class was a huge hit. It better have been, as I spent nearly 6 hours on it last night, in addition to the 5 hours I spent on the original sequence last week.
One nightmare down, three to go!
Due tomorrow: