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Just came down from a spastically large caffeine high. Or rather, am still on the caffeine, just not the high. I drank a cup of coffee to keep me awake during class, and while that worked, the end result is me spazzing and awake but not cogent in any way. I kind of want to go see philosophy professor number 3 (neither insane nor annoying), but that would mean having something rational to say other than "Hi, I'm panicking. Help me please?"
I had a strange dream in which I was in love with my soc. prof. It was the weirdest thing. Because I'm not. I don't even like her all that much. But I dreamt I was in love with her. Since we're coming up on the five year anniversaries... some of them have even passed... it seems strange that it has been five years since eighth grade, which was the height of my teacher-obsession. There is so much that I need to do, papers to write, theses to plan for, graduate schools to apply to... I feel so. Terribly. Lost.
But enough of all that. I'm still considering going to Dvork and making my computer entirely useless to anyone who isn't me. But I think that might be going a bit far, even for me. And that's not a schoolyear project. It's a summer project.
We talked about suicide in soc today, and famous people who'd killed themselves. Mentioned Phil Ochs. Professor had never heard of him. O_o Have I mentioned recently how out of touch I am with my generation? I am considering the wisdom of devoting myself entirely to writing this weekend. Or at least in large part. All the NaNo-ing going on around me is inspirational. On the other hand, it's FridaynightGate night on Sci-Fi, and if I can claim the lounge for several hours, I can see "Shades of Grey" and "Sacrifices" and "Home" in non-squinty! Mmm! Jack/Maybourne! Sam/Daniel! McWeir! And Lexx at four and five!Bad Ari! No Lexx.
Discussion at dinner of tacking on 'ships at the very end of series and pissing off evvvveryone. Concluded that they must tack on Sam/Hammond at the end of 'Gate and piss off everyone except me. (Because, in
cheese_munkey's words, I'm "a crackwhore." :p ) I still like my idea!
Wheeeee!
I had a strange dream in which I was in love with my soc. prof. It was the weirdest thing. Because I'm not. I don't even like her all that much. But I dreamt I was in love with her. Since we're coming up on the five year anniversaries... some of them have even passed... it seems strange that it has been five years since eighth grade, which was the height of my teacher-obsession. There is so much that I need to do, papers to write, theses to plan for, graduate schools to apply to... I feel so. Terribly. Lost.
But enough of all that. I'm still considering going to Dvork and making my computer entirely useless to anyone who isn't me. But I think that might be going a bit far, even for me. And that's not a schoolyear project. It's a summer project.
We talked about suicide in soc today, and famous people who'd killed themselves. Mentioned Phil Ochs. Professor had never heard of him. O_o Have I mentioned recently how out of touch I am with my generation? I am considering the wisdom of devoting myself entirely to writing this weekend. Or at least in large part. All the NaNo-ing going on around me is inspirational. On the other hand, it's FridaynightGate night on Sci-Fi, and if I can claim the lounge for several hours, I can see "Shades of Grey" and "Sacrifices" and "Home" in non-squinty! Mmm! Jack/Maybourne! Sam/Daniel! McWeir! And Lexx at four and five!
Discussion at dinner of tacking on 'ships at the very end of series and pissing off evvvveryone. Concluded that they must tack on Sam/Hammond at the end of 'Gate and piss off everyone except me. (Because, in
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