December 8th, 2009
I was playing with my kitty, and he suddenly got vicious on my foot and now there are claw holes in the sole of my foot that I am going to feel all day. FML.
I know I only have to go to these last two lectures and then Thursday are the finals, but I still don't want to go to class today. FML.
It's not even 9 in the morning and I'm racking up FMLs like I'm trying to win a prize.
- Mood:
cranky
I have very little studying to do for tomorrow, and a whole lot of studying to do for Thursday. I'm pretty certain the Botany final will be a cakewalk, and it's just one more lecture for Forensics... and then both my psych finals the next day. One of them is multiple choice, so I just need to read through the chapters I missed the lectures on. The essays... blah. I don't even want to think about them right now.
In the middle of watching a Supernatural episode, I remembered something that I thought was lost to the ages. I used to play this 2D adventure game with sorcery and a cat race and a lizard race of people, and it was awesome, and I could never remember the name of it for like... six years. And the name just came to me in the middle of Dean poking around in a crypt. It was Blades of Exile! Now I have to download it and waste a few days playing that for old times' sake.
Almost to the end of season 4 now. I would say I'm going to save season 5 for a post-finals treat, but I know myself too well to pretend I'm going to wait if the finale of 4 demands immediate viewing of 5.
- Mood:
lazy
...this is by way of saying, if you posted the made-up memories meme and I haven't come up with one for you yet, drop me the link and I will do that, and I solemnly swear not to put it off again.
I am imposing a limit on myself. No more than ten tabs open at a time! If I want to open more than that, I must close some. This is da rules.
Let's see how long that particular resolution lasts...
- Mood:
oops, I did it again.
My constitution is usually high. Don't fail me now, saving throw of vitamin C.
In other news, 5x04 made me really happy in one specific way and really profoundly sad in like... every other way.
So people need to give me pictures of Misha Collins smiling, because his smile is the best thing my computer screen has seen in many days. Alternatively, point me at good Castiel icons. Or do both, that would also work for me.
I was going to watch more but now I think I'm going to do a tarot reading and go to bed. Tomorrow I'm waking up a little early to go over my botany notes before the final, and then I'm going to be revising my brother's research paper between that test and the forensics lecture. Hopefully I can sell one of my books back from my spring semester class, because there are plenty of World Religions classes and I only want to keep the two non-textbook books from that course. And, you know, it would be nice to have some money so I can get my brother a Christmas present. I'm thinking a sweater.
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I haven't read a book in like, a week. I realized this when I was at school waiting to be picked up and I had nothing to do while waiting except try to wrangle LJ on my iPod touch, which is not an easy thing to do. I really should try to finish A People's History of the United States, since I have technically been reading it since... uh, late 2007, I think. >.>
- Mood:
sick
Anyway. Short and sweet because I've got a headache and music is not soothing this particular ill:
Ingrid Michaelson - December Baby
The colored lights, they brightly shine.
Unlike your eyes avoiding mine.
The snow is folding sheet upon sheet.
Our hands not holding as we cross the street.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
I wore the dress I thought you loved.
But my boots are filling with snow you shoved
Off of the car we climb into.
You finished first, I must catch up to you.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
You have had your fill your fill of me.
How can I catch up when I don't don't want to?
How can I catch up when I still want you?
The White Stripes - In the Cold, Cold Night
I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come runnin' to me, in the cold, cold night
- Mood:
sore in the head