Okay, so out of the eight short essays I have to do by midnight tomorrow, I have one done. I have to at least get the other Science and Religion essay done before I go to bed, and I should really do a couple of the Psycholinguistics ones so I don't have to do all six of them tomorrow afternoon. I have a cup of tea, I should be good to go until at least 2, I just have to focus and stop fucking around on YouTube.

I have been watching Maru and typography videos most of the evening, I've gone out for a couple of cigarettes, and I've spent a lot of time on Facebook. And the bad thing is, I really want to write... just, I want to write about cute boys doing the college experimentation thing, not about the major criticisms of organized religion. I am going to get a lot of writing done once I get home, because I have like four different ideas for adorable friends-crossing-the-line stories, which... what even, I know I'm a sucker for friends-crossing-the-line and also for college settings, but this is possibly going overboard. I don't even care. And I don't care that nobody's going to read them, because I'm going to have enough fun just writing them.

I also kind of want to go back and write more with the spies-- there's a story I started and never finished... actually two of them, one just Riley and Zachariah and one with Connor too. And I was having a lot of fun writing them before I got busy this semester. I really do want to get a lot of writing done this summer because I feel bereft when I'm not managing some creative output on a regular basis. Part of me wants to start writing fanfiction again, it's been almost a year since I finished any fanfiction, but that's mostly just because I want people to read what I'm writing, not because I feel particularly drawn to any characters. The one fandom I actually started writing fic for is tiny anyway. (But I am pretty determined to finish it because... well, because nobody else is going to write it, so if I want to see it done I'm going to have to do it myself.)

My French final went well, at least. I was done in an hour and twenty minutes, when I went to hand the test to Mme. Barthes, she was like "Really? Already? Are you sure you didn't miss a page? You did 25 sentences for the essay?" I just said "I test fast, you know this from all semester long." And I feel pretty confident that I aced it, because I studied hard. Maybe the essay wasn't as strong as it could have been, but she didn't let us use a dictionary like Mme. Staples did for our final last semester. It could have been better if I had more vocabulary. And it wasn't BAD, it just wasn't very good either. She wanted us to write about what the world will be like in five and fifteen years and I'm pretty sure I just said "I hope...." about a dozen times. And used the future simple tense a whole lot.

I am definitely getting my rats on Saturday though. I have to clean off the shelf in my room where Heather Ratface's cage was, but then I'll have plenty of space for them. And I still have to come up with names. Sammie informed me that I was being very heteronormative when I said I didn't want to give female rats male names. So now I'm kind of thinking about calling them 21 and 24. Is that too nerdy? I think it might be too nerdy. I might do it anyway.

Okay, I have wasted too much time on LJ, time to post this thing and get back to work.

I have smoked too many cigarettes and it is taking me way too long to finish this essay... and I'm going out for another one before I finish it. Oh well, I have to finish this pack before Friday anyway.