naodrith

Okay, my World Lit paper is officially DONE. I refuse to go anywhere near it again. Now all I have to do is draw diagrams for Physics and find a better way of phrasing this answer.

School is looking up. NaNo is not. I have 3000 words, and I'm forcing myself to have 35K by next Friday so I can go see National Treasure. And I really wanna see it. And this is insane. And I know I wrote 50K in three days last year, but that was different, because I didn't have an LJ or a random silly story or a determination to get good grades last year. I didn't have honors English, either, come to think of it. Mr. Reigles, you fiend!

And before EITHER of you say anything, PyraeMerri, I'm well aware that you're both having problems too. Do NOT tell me that you're doing worse, if indeed you are, because I'm tired and I have a headache and I'm not exactly happy with either of you at the moment anyway. (And yes, I'm paranoid and neurotic. WHY does it take people so long to realise this about me?)

And I'm getting really sick of my selection of icons but I don't know what to replace some of them with. Snarl. Great. I go into this entry delighted and come out pissy and with a headache. HOW does this happen?

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Date: 2004-11-11 07:54 pm (UTC)

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pyrae.livejournal.com

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Er, actually, no, I don't have worse problems at the moment. I'm doing all right. I wish you'd tell me why you've been acting so odd, though, because I honestly can't tell when you're serious and when you're joking anymore, and that doesn't really make for good communication.

Date: 2004-11-12 01:08 pm (UTC)

naodrith.livejournal.com

I can't tell when I'm serious either, but I don't believe I made a single joke in this entry, so that's all right.

What's wrong with me? I'm about two days from going batshit insane and talking to myself, that's what's wrong. Snarl, hiss, boo.