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"I don't know which hurt more... my head hitting this stone wall, or the rabid mindfuck." --Scott

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"I don't know which hurt more... my head hitting this stone wall, or the rabid mindfuck." --Scott

Teh OMG!REVISED! Study Plan

As handed to me by Jason earlier, in its entirety and original form.

Revised List for Feather

A. Shit I know nothing about

1. Rope
2. Classical Music CD's
3. Anime
4. Computer
5. Makeup
6. Large Knife
7. Taped episodes of Law and Order

B. Shit you'll definitely need

1. Chemistry for Dummies
2. Cup O'Noodleses

C. Substances

1. NO ALCOHOL
2. Sobe "No Fear"
3. Brain Wave Generator CD (I'll provide the proper tracks)
4. Ginko Bilboa
5. Piracetan (I'm running short... may have to check)
6. Other [slightly unintelligible word] (I'll see what I've got kicking...)

Note: Cup O'Noodleses are good for snacks, but force yourself to eat REAL FOOD! With protein! And good stuff! Yeah...

( Feather Explains Her Odd Study Aid Choices and Adds Chewing Gum To The List )

Teh OMG!REVISED! Study Plan

As handed to me by Jason earlier, in its entirety and original form.

Revised List for Feather

A. Shit I know nothing about

1. Rope
2. Classical Music CD's
3. Anime
4. Computer
5. Makeup
6. Large Knife
7. Taped episodes of Law and Order

B. Shit you'll definitely need

1. Chemistry for Dummies
2. Cup O'Noodleses

C. Substances

1. NO ALCOHOL
2. Sobe "No Fear"
3. Brain Wave Generator CD (I'll provide the proper tracks)
4. Ginko Bilboa
5. Piracetan (I'm running short... may have to check)
6. Other [slightly unintelligible word] (I'll see what I've got kicking...)

Note: Cup O'Noodleses are good for snacks, but force yourself to eat REAL FOOD! With protein! And good stuff! Yeah...

( Feather Explains Her Odd Study Aid Choices and Adds Chewing Gum To The List )

Hamlet. Hamlet. What the fuck do I have to say about Hamlet?

Not much. I don't think I can base an essay on a thesis like, "OMFG HamletHoratio slash is teh hotness if it's Ethan Hawke and that other guy and one time saccarineayako did Ophelia and she fucking rocked out as a crazy girl."

I swear to god, this play leaves me so cold it is not even funny. I mean, I like it and all, but I have absolutely nothing to say about it. I have no opinions on the story or the characters other than a vague "that sucks, honey," for Ophelia.

I'll probably write some journal entries for Gertrude, or something.

Today was kind of sort of hellish. Studied sociology most of the morning before class so I could get a heads up on the in class essay we had to do instead of getting on AIM and vegging like I wanted to. At one point, Quinn stole my sandwich, and I threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't give it the hell back. ---This should have been my main indication that I would get horrendous cramps in the middle of sociology, with nary a painkiller in sight. I managed to get through Public Speaking and then told my math teacher that I was sick and therefore leaving. Luckily it was only a review class, so he was cool with it.

Joe found me as I was leaving Academic and I dragged him with me to the library before we went back to the Lookout. Thankfully, Jason was there and showed me a magical vending machine with Tylenol in it. That was a very, very good thing; I think if I had just crashed on the couch without the Tylenol then I would have wound up puking all over Quinn or something.

After a while everyone took off. Jason went over to Academic to look for Manda, and I was all by myself until Doug and Mike came along. The point to that whole conversation was that Quinn is hot.

Caught the bus with Jason2 and Paul, but Jason and Manda missed the bus. That was okay because I wound up missing the first B'ville bus because Paul was putting songs onto my iPod with his laptop, bless him a thousand times over and I hope he wins the lottery. As I was crossing the street to catch the bus, who should I see but Manda and Jason! Much rejoicing and a coffee coolatta.

Cooked up plans on the bus with Jason. This could be great, or it could be a disaster. Possibly both.

And now here I am, trying to figure out what the fuck to write about Hamlet. I'm going to be up all night with this.

*dies*

Oh yeah... I have to revise my Komachi paper for class tomorrow, too. And do my CRJ extra credit assignment. And study chem. Maybe I'll just fail that on purpose, though, and take it over again or something?

*keeps right on dying*

Hamlet. Hamlet. What the fuck do I have to say about Hamlet?

Not much. I don't think I can base an essay on a thesis like, "OMFG HamletHoratio slash is teh hotness if it's Ethan Hawke and that other guy and one time saccarineayako did Ophelia and she fucking rocked out as a crazy girl."

I swear to god, this play leaves me so cold it is not even funny. I mean, I like it and all, but I have absolutely nothing to say about it. I have no opinions on the story or the characters other than a vague "that sucks, honey," for Ophelia.

I'll probably write some journal entries for Gertrude, or something.

Today was kind of sort of hellish. Studied sociology most of the morning before class so I could get a heads up on the in class essay we had to do instead of getting on AIM and vegging like I wanted to. At one point, Quinn stole my sandwich, and I threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't give it the hell back. ---This should have been my main indication that I would get horrendous cramps in the middle of sociology, with nary a painkiller in sight. I managed to get through Public Speaking and then told my math teacher that I was sick and therefore leaving. Luckily it was only a review class, so he was cool with it.

Joe found me as I was leaving Academic and I dragged him with me to the library before we went back to the Lookout. Thankfully, Jason was there and showed me a magical vending machine with Tylenol in it. That was a very, very good thing; I think if I had just crashed on the couch without the Tylenol then I would have wound up puking all over Quinn or something.

After a while everyone took off. Jason went over to Academic to look for Manda, and I was all by myself until Doug and Mike came along. The point to that whole conversation was that Quinn is hot.

Caught the bus with Jason2 and Paul, but Jason and Manda missed the bus. That was okay because I wound up missing the first B'ville bus because Paul was putting songs onto my iPod with his laptop, bless him a thousand times over and I hope he wins the lottery. As I was crossing the street to catch the bus, who should I see but Manda and Jason! Much rejoicing and a coffee coolatta.

Cooked up plans on the bus with Jason. This could be great, or it could be a disaster. Possibly both.

And now here I am, trying to figure out what the fuck to write about Hamlet. I'm going to be up all night with this.

*dies*

Oh yeah... I have to revise my Komachi paper for class tomorrow, too. And do my CRJ extra credit assignment. And study chem. Maybe I'll just fail that on purpose, though, and take it over again or something?

*keeps right on dying*

Post CSI-break

Because, you know, all of my scholastic endeavors come to a screeching, grinding halt for an hour at 9 PM on Thursdays.

So I'm thinking: Grissom is the Ghost of the King, and Ecklie is Claudius; that would make Catherine Gertrude, which would work great for my essay, since they're both people who apparently like to have sex a lot, and damn the consequences. Plus Grissom is pissed about it.

Right.

Stay tuned for scenes from the next CSI:Denmark...

"Alas, poor Warrick. I knew him, Horatio Greg..."

*in the background, Sara gibbers about flowers and throws herself in one of Vegas's many pools*

...I guess this is a better idea than doing an essay on Hamlet through a Rocky Horror Picture Show lens.

Post CSI-break

Because, you know, all of my scholastic endeavors come to a screeching, grinding halt for an hour at 9 PM on Thursdays.

So I'm thinking: Grissom is the Ghost of the King, and Ecklie is Claudius; that would make Catherine Gertrude, which would work great for my essay, since they're both people who apparently like to have sex a lot, and damn the consequences. Plus Grissom is pissed about it.

Right.

Stay tuned for scenes from the next CSI:Denmark...

"Alas, poor Warrick. I knew him, Horatio Greg..."

*in the background, Sara gibbers about flowers and throws herself in one of Vegas's many pools*

...I guess this is a better idea than doing an essay on Hamlet through a Rocky Horror Picture Show lens.

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The Very Secret Diary of Queen Gertrude of Denmark

Act I, Scene II

No. dead husbands: 1, v. bad
No. new husbands: 1, v. good
Successful weddings: 1, v. good I think. But am getting nasty looks so maybe not

Wedding v. lovely. New husband v. dashing, almost as good as old one, as if had traded in husband for younger, less balding model in manner of car or similar. Courtiers have been giving us dirty looks all night but they can sit and spin for all I care. Claudius feels the same way. Can just tell- we must be soulmates. Am just going to ignore nasty picking sensation in brain that may or may not be my conscience and/or memories of last husband. Of course, nasty picking sensation could also be third goblet of wine speaking up.

Later

Pssh. Hamlet making an ass of himself again. Told him to stop wearing all black and threatened to take away his Hot Topic charge card, but don't think he will listen. Stupid git of a son insisted on being resident poutypants and moping about. Told him that his Dad was dead, might as well move on with it as we all have. He said something about dead king "being my only friend" and sniffled. Told him that Denmark would be his friend, which would leave him better off as a large piece of land can't go off on duels and then come back and die and leave population in turmoil.

Claudie chipped in and kindly explained the circle of life to H. He even brought out the Lion King hand puppets, but it didn't make H. any better.

[...Okay. This is ridiculous and I don't have the time or the energy to pull it off. I'm going to bed.]

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The Very Secret Diary of Queen Gertrude of Denmark

Act I, Scene II

No. dead husbands: 1, v. bad
No. new husbands: 1, v. good
Successful weddings: 1, v. good I think. But am getting nasty looks so maybe not

Wedding v. lovely. New husband v. dashing, almost as good as old one, as if had traded in husband for younger, less balding model in manner of car or similar. Courtiers have been giving us dirty looks all night but they can sit and spin for all I care. Claudius feels the same way. Can just tell- we must be soulmates. Am just going to ignore nasty picking sensation in brain that may or may not be my conscience and/or memories of last husband. Of course, nasty picking sensation could also be third goblet of wine speaking up.

Later

Pssh. Hamlet making an ass of himself again. Told him to stop wearing all black and threatened to take away his Hot Topic charge card, but don't think he will listen. Stupid git of a son insisted on being resident poutypants and moping about. Told him that his Dad was dead, might as well move on with it as we all have. He said something about dead king "being my only friend" and sniffled. Told him that Denmark would be his friend, which would leave him better off as a large piece of land can't go off on duels and then come back and die and leave population in turmoil.

Claudie chipped in and kindly explained the circle of life to H. He even brought out the Lion King hand puppets, but it didn't make H. any better.

[...Okay. This is ridiculous and I don't have the time or the energy to pull it off. I'm going to bed.]