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I should be going to sleep... instead I am starting the sequel to this fic that I basically had to beg people to read.

Clearly this is the better use of my time and word power.

Now if only I could hand in fanfiction using the typical traits of a Byronic hero instead of writing an essay about those traits, I would be golden.

Which is worse, handing in an essay that's too short or handing in an essay that's full of crap because it wasn't long enough so I came up with a lot of bullshit?

It doesn't really matter yet, I don't even have a full page to go on right now.

I'm kind of going to be screwed when I get to Wells because I really, really hate writing papers and I'm probably going to have to do a lot of them.


:(

This would be easier if I could make myself care, but I can't.

I have just hit page 4. I took a break to make chai cookie bars as a reward for myself for making it halfway there.

I just have to touch on Canto II for a little bit, then discuss the narrator as fitting the character type, and that hopefully should bring me up to five pages without relying on too much bullshit. And after I finish this, I am going to have a little party that may consist of drunken Wii Fitting and more writing of the AU sequel, which already has a title, shockingly enough, and may I just say: lol, coming out of the broom closet.

If anybody wants to encourage me, show me pictures of Brandon Routh and Zachary Levi to get me pumped for writing something I actually take pleasure in. :D

When I was going back in my journal looking for the old To Do Lists, I came across this thing and I tried to do it again, but the link was broken. By some weird stroke of fate, karaokegal just posted her results for the very same test... now on a different domain! ~spooky~

The Blogalyser reveals...

Your blog/web page text has an overall readability index of 12.

This suggests that your writing style is conventional
(to communicate well you should aim for a figure between 10 and 20).Your blog has 14 sentences per entry, which suggests your general message is distinguished by complexity
(writing for the web should be concise).

CHARACTER MATRIX

male		female
self		world
past		future

Your text shows characteristics which are 48% male and 52% female
(for more information see the Gender Genie).
Looking at pronoun indicators, you write mainly about yourself, then the world in general and finally your social circle. Also, your writing focuses primarily on the present, next the past and lastly the future.

Find out what your blogging style is like!

You know why I don't talk about my social circle? CAUSE I DON'T HAVE ONE. *headdesk* But hey, I'm complex, that's a good thing, right?

My mother is encouraging me to go to Plattsburgh. I could leave on Friday and come back next Sunday. I'd miss Easter with my family, but that's really not a big deal at all... and I could get to see everybody like I want to so badly. I just have to make a few phone calls and see who'll let me stay with them and whether or not Amber or Dennis could drive me to Albany on Sunday so I could save the return train fare....

Okay, I made it to four full pages and that's all I've got in me. If she docks me another letter grade for not having enough, well, I did my best without completely making shit up. Maybe I'll pull a C. I would be satisfied with a C.

Now, I'm going to take a couple shots of whiskey, watch an episode of Quantum Leap with my mother, and do some tipsy yoga before going to bed. It sounds like a pretty decent plan for the night to me.

Oh. I just tried those chai cookie bars... they're okay. Not fantastic, just all right.

Today my mother and I traded favorite poems. I gave her The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock to read, and she made me read Love Is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay and When We Two Parted by Lord Byron. My mother is secretly fourteen years old and emo... but my favorite poem hasn't changed since I was fourteen, so maybe I shouldn't talk.

Nothing will ever change my mind about loving that poem, though. It will probably be my favorite poem for my whole life. Sappho comes in second place. It's probably weird that my favorite poem makes me identify with a balding middle-aged man... and probably weird that I've been so willing to... well, this:

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I am nowhere near drunk enough to be this introspective. I think it's time for me to take my whiskey and go take a bath, since we watched two episodes of Quantum Leap instead of one and if I do yoga now I'll be awake all night.

It's been raining all day, but tomorrow it's supposed to get up to almost 60 degrees and clear up a little bit. Good. I've been getting kind of uncomfortably weird on rainy days. It'll be good to be around people and have to act like a real human being all the time instead of just when I'm out in public.

Oh, crap, I should probably finish copying all these DVDs my brother wanted before I go to Plattsburgh, shouldn't I? I guess that's what I'll be doing tomorrow: copying Pushing Daisies and Ocean's Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen.