So today, AKA my first Reading Day, was a pretty epic fail on my part.
One positive: I finished revising one essay for nonfiction and got to pop one of my balloons! (I got a balloon for every project I need to finish between now and Saturday, and when I finish something I pop the balloon. This morning I had eight of them. Now I have seven.)
But that's all I managed to do. All. Day. I'd hoped to get that essay out of the way by noon today, but I didn't wrap it up until about 10:30 PM. So my other one, which will take a lot longer to revise, will need to get done tomorrow, along with reading about eight books/articles and studying for my screenwriting final. Not to mention my hall breakfast, my staff lunch, and the mandatory sessions I need to go to for my summer internship.
This might be the first time I've used this expression here, but... FML.
I also made the rather fatal mistake of checking my grades this afternoon. I'm probably going to end up with a C in consciousness. Because that's what they gave me on my paper. Yeah. My awesome paper that I nearly killed myself writing. Fuck you, Gendle and Pugh. (Hey, I rhymed. Ain't I clever? =P)
Long story short, I cried three times today. I don't cry that often. It's not really something I plan to make a habit of.
But anyway, that's not really the point of this post. (Or I guess it's half the point.) No, the point is that while procrastinating, angsting, and eating half a pint of ice cream, I wrote a drabble in... wait for it... the Barely Coping universe-type thing! (Is a "yay" appropriate here?)
Anyway, this is a scene I've had in my head for a while, though I have no idea if I'll use it when I actually start writing this thing again. I was also using this to get back into the swing of that universe, because once this hellish week is over I'm going to actually have time to write some more of this, I hope. So for now I'm just... channeling my angst into drabble form. Mkay?!
( You're welcome, IO. )
All right. To bed with me. I won't be around much from now until Saturday/Sunday, so... peace out, suckers.
One positive: I finished revising one essay for nonfiction and got to pop one of my balloons! (I got a balloon for every project I need to finish between now and Saturday, and when I finish something I pop the balloon. This morning I had eight of them. Now I have seven.)
But that's all I managed to do. All. Day. I'd hoped to get that essay out of the way by noon today, but I didn't wrap it up until about 10:30 PM. So my other one, which will take a lot longer to revise, will need to get done tomorrow, along with reading about eight books/articles and studying for my screenwriting final. Not to mention my hall breakfast, my staff lunch, and the mandatory sessions I need to go to for my summer internship.
This might be the first time I've used this expression here, but... FML.
I also made the rather fatal mistake of checking my grades this afternoon. I'm probably going to end up with a C in consciousness. Because that's what they gave me on my paper. Yeah. My awesome paper that I nearly killed myself writing. Fuck you, Gendle and Pugh. (Hey, I rhymed. Ain't I clever? =P)
Long story short, I cried three times today. I don't cry that often. It's not really something I plan to make a habit of.
But anyway, that's not really the point of this post. (Or I guess it's half the point.) No, the point is that while procrastinating, angsting, and eating half a pint of ice cream, I wrote a drabble in... wait for it... the Barely Coping universe-type thing! (Is a "yay" appropriate here?)
Anyway, this is a scene I've had in my head for a while, though I have no idea if I'll use it when I actually start writing this thing again. I was also using this to get back into the swing of that universe, because once this hellish week is over I'm going to actually have time to write some more of this, I hope. So for now I'm just... channeling my angst into drabble form. Mkay?!
( You're welcome, IO. )
All right. To bed with me. I won't be around much from now until Saturday/Sunday, so... peace out, suckers.
Current Location: Not in The Zone. (Har har.)
Mood:
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