Monday mornings require Six Demon Bags- with wind, fire, all that sort of thing.

I feel mildly ill. And I need some hand lotion, desperately.

The only good thing that happened this weekend was that I got the sleep I needed. And I got to watch part of Big Trouble in Little China last night while Dad and I ate dinner.

The bad thing that happened was that I got my computer back- only to discover that Verizon doesn't support Linux systems for their DSL setups. Which means I've got a useless box sitting on my drafting table.

I. Hate. Linux.

Alot.

Barely slept last night, too. Probably because I slept too much over the weekend. At any rate, I tossed and turned for hours, and when I got up this morning I had SleepOveratEriks!Christine hair. Which is really, really funny because my hair is poker straight, and if anything, tends to flatten out when I sleep. I think I've woken up with it curly and all over the place only once before in my life. So at least I spent the morning laughing.

Until I got to school and checked a couple of websites for some schools I want to try to transfer to. [xxxxxxx] University isn't taking transfer students until the fall of 2006. This really sucks because I'd really like to try to get into that school, and to do that, I'd have to skip the summer and next fall semesters, because they don't accept transfer students with more than a year and a half of credits or something stupid like that. Missing more school isn't worth it to me. Mom told me to apply to [xxxxxxx], which is taking transfer students, but I don't want to go there. There're a couple of other places I'd be interested in going, but I'd have to change my major to something English based, which would be okay except it's one giant hell of a detour since I'd be going back to school for forensics anyway. Ah, hell. I should probably just talk to my advisor about it and see what he has to say.

Monday mornings require Six Demon Bags- with wind, fire, all that sort of thing.

I feel mildly ill. And I need some hand lotion, desperately.

The only good thing that happened this weekend was that I got the sleep I needed. And I got to watch part of Big Trouble in Little China last night while Dad and I ate dinner.

The bad thing that happened was that I got my computer back- only to discover that Verizon doesn't support Linux systems for their DSL setups. Which means I've got a useless box sitting on my drafting table.

I. Hate. Linux.

Alot.

Barely slept last night, too. Probably because I slept too much over the weekend. At any rate, I tossed and turned for hours, and when I got up this morning I had SleepOveratEriks!Christine hair. Which is really, really funny because my hair is poker straight, and if anything, tends to flatten out when I sleep. I think I've woken up with it curly and all over the place only once before in my life. So at least I spent the morning laughing.

Until I got to school and checked a couple of websites for some schools I want to try to transfer to. [xxxxxxx] University isn't taking transfer students until the fall of 2006. This really sucks because I'd really like to try to get into that school, and to do that, I'd have to skip the summer and next fall semesters, because they don't accept transfer students with more than a year and a half of credits or something stupid like that. Missing more school isn't worth it to me. Mom told me to apply to [xxxxxxx], which is taking transfer students, but I don't want to go there. There're a couple of other places I'd be interested in going, but I'd have to change my major to something English based, which would be okay except it's one giant hell of a detour since I'd be going back to school for forensics anyway. Ah, hell. I should probably just talk to my advisor about it and see what he has to say.

(no subject)

I really don't feel good.

Should probably eat something, but I don't want to.

I feel like the floor of a taxi. On a rainy day. Ewwww.

Dear Ms. Fox,

Please stop being so hot. I can't concentrate. I need what's left of my brain to get spectacular chemistry grades, so I can makes something of my life. You're quite a distracting person, so... stop.

Lustfully Sincerely, Feather

Gah. I have to go to class and I have no clue as to how to scrape my mind together. I'm scattered in about ten thousand directions right now.

My backpack is very heavy.

(no subject)

I really don't feel good.

Should probably eat something, but I don't want to.

I feel like the floor of a taxi. On a rainy day. Ewwww.

Dear Ms. Fox,

Please stop being so hot. I can't concentrate. I need what's left of my brain to get spectacular chemistry grades, so I can makes something of my life. You're quite a distracting person, so... stop.

Lustfully Sincerely, Feather

Gah. I have to go to class and I have no clue as to how to scrape my mind together. I'm scattered in about ten thousand directions right now.

My backpack is very heavy.

CSI ficlet.

Crossposted to the Grissom and Sara Livejournal Community

Tarot
Grissom/Sara. What does Grissom see in the cards for his future with Sara? AU; Post-Butterflied. One-shot.

Rated R for violent imagery and dark themes.
Suggested Soundtrack: “Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine” by The Killers.

( Tarot )

Author's Note: I took some liberties with the timeline. Playing with Fire takes place after Butterflied, but in a vague sort of way. Spoilers for both episodes.

CSI ficlet.

Crossposted to the Grissom and Sara Livejournal Community

Tarot
Grissom/Sara. What does Grissom see in the cards for his future with Sara? AU; Post-Butterflied. One-shot.

Rated R for violent imagery and dark themes.
Suggested Soundtrack: “Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine” by The Killers.

( Tarot )

Author's Note: I took some liberties with the timeline. Playing with Fire takes place after Butterflied, but in a vague sort of way. Spoilers for both episodes.

I'm tired and I just want to go home.

I'm having something close to a panic attack because I lent my chemistry notes to Christine to copy what she missed from Friday; this means I won't get them until Wednesday, which means I can't study them tonight or tomrrow. That's okay, really... I've got the book, but my notebook is fast becoming an academic security blanket.

At least I've got my lab book. Our first quiz is on Thursday, and the teacher told me he expects me to get one of the highest grades in the class- so I'm freaking out about nine ways from Sunday. I think I'll do okay, but I'd like to live up to other peoples' expectations of me for once in my life, since I never have before.

Today I told my English class that I was afraid of skating forwards. It's stupid, but it's true, and I've never told anyone that. It feels good, kind of, to get that off my chest when I've been carrying it around for years.

I'm totally, absolutely scared of skating forwards, because I'm terrified that I'm going to trip over my toepicks and fall and hit my chin.

Blither blather. Depressed and out of sorts today; I need to stop poking around the spoiler board at YTDAW. I need some anti-fandom, nothing-to-do-with-fandom fun. Which won't happen, because I have to go home and study.

Note to self: Euyler circuits and paths. Don't forget.

I'm tired and I just want to go home.

I'm having something close to a panic attack because I lent my chemistry notes to Christine to copy what she missed from Friday; this means I won't get them until Wednesday, which means I can't study them tonight or tomrrow. That's okay, really... I've got the book, but my notebook is fast becoming an academic security blanket.

At least I've got my lab book. Our first quiz is on Thursday, and the teacher told me he expects me to get one of the highest grades in the class- so I'm freaking out about nine ways from Sunday. I think I'll do okay, but I'd like to live up to other peoples' expectations of me for once in my life, since I never have before.

Today I told my English class that I was afraid of skating forwards. It's stupid, but it's true, and I've never told anyone that. It feels good, kind of, to get that off my chest when I've been carrying it around for years.

I'm totally, absolutely scared of skating forwards, because I'm terrified that I'm going to trip over my toepicks and fall and hit my chin.

Blither blather. Depressed and out of sorts today; I need to stop poking around the spoiler board at YTDAW. I need some anti-fandom, nothing-to-do-with-fandom fun. Which won't happen, because I have to go home and study.

Note to self: Euyler circuits and paths. Don't forget.