Lunatics and Princesses

Took a test in Algebra, and then the teacher jumped into some advanced graphing shit faster than I could blink. Algebra, graphing, and little cursive f's totally bent me over a desk, fucked me hard from behind, ground me into the floor and made me their bitch.

Came home. Read all of the Sexy Losers comics. All 242 of them.

My brain hurts, asstyrant. You fuck cows in retrospect.

SexyLosers

So. Incredibly. Fucking. Tired.

I've been managing to survive on small amounts of food and sleep over the past two weeks. My new strategy is working itself out to be "med student life" during the week and crashing on the weekends. So far, it's working out relatively well.

Unfortunately for me, I still have two more books to buy and no money with which to purchase them. I just went to the bookstore and they told me that I'm on the list for Financial Aid, but there's no money there for me. WTF, bookstore?!? What did I ever do to you?

Eh. If my pace was any less hellish than it is right now, I'd be quite dissatisfied with myself- I'd feel like I wasn't doing anything productive. If I'm not headed for a burnout I feel absolutely useless. Thinking about it, that's probably not a good life pattern to have.

Criminalistics class is pretty intense in particular. My other classes are work-intensive, but you expect them to be. The first day of criminalistics, it was standing room only. Now it's down to ten people. To those dropouts I say "Ha ha. Not as easy as it looks on TV, is it?" *thumbs nose*

The thing that makes it surreal is the police humor. My professor ran the Syracuse Crime Lab for fifteen years or something like that, and the first thing he teaches us isn't respect for the victim or any of that stuff that Grissom is always waxing poetic on. He's just like, look. We make jokes about this shit because that's the only way to handle it. Don't ever let the press hear you, or the victim-people.

Example: Picture on the screen is of a woman with her head bashed in. So gruesomely bashed in that her eyeball has shifted into her skull. One of the guys at the scene said something along the lines of, "Wow! She had great insight." And they all laughed for five minutes. Mom told me about police/hospital/trauma humor, but this is the first time I've come across it in a "real" context. It's odd.

I can't wait for the jokes about the guy who got run over by the steam roller.

For some reason the phone is not working. I don't know why and it's pissing me the hell off. I have no way to get in any kind of contact with anyone in the vicinity, because I can't use AIM, which I know a ton of people are just sitting around on, because it's what people do these days instead of talking face to face.

Anyway, Vampire starts again tonight, and I'm like, HELLO, STUPID PHONE!!! I HAVE TO CALL CHRISTIE, WORK NOW DAMMIT!

So will I be going? Who knows.

Nothing else very interesting has happened.

School starts up in a week or so. I'll be more excited about it next weekend. Then I'll be bouncing off the walls, nattering on about criminalistics and ballroom dancing. After that, I'll bully Quinn into taking physics with me in the spring, and tell him that if he does better than I do I fully intend to shoot him in the head and cover it up with the things I learned first semester.

Sometimes I think I'm kind of psycho.

I've got no finals and no classes today. Because of this and a rare stroke of brilliance on my part that gave me loads of energy, I've decided to go to the gym later and use the ellipticals for a while.

Stroke of brilliance: moving my mattress from the bed frame to the floor. I can only think of two times in the past six months that I've slept so well. My back doesn't hurt when I wake up now that I'm down on the floor. I finally got fed up with the bed situation the day before yesterday- when I woke up, I couldn't move for about a half an hour because my back hurt so bad. So I said "fuck that shit!" and moved my mattress. The rest is history. Goodbye, sleeping on broken planks and rocks. Hello, just plain sleep.

Just plain sleep= energy for Feather! wOOt! I don't feel as dead as usual!

I think the gym opens at ten or something. I've never been there before eleven, but that's because I was in chemistry until 10:50. And since I don't have to rush to get ready for English, I can take my time on the machines. I love the elliptical machine because it's low impact on the knees, even though using it is boring as hell. At least their stereo system is loud- doing any sort of exercise without music sucks.

There goes Paul. Mayhap he has my iPod. That would be great. Then I could go running at home and stuff, too, and not be bored out of my skull.

I haven't really done anything workoutish since before spring break. It's been driving me nuts, although I haven't done that much about it. First I was sick and then there was schoolwork and studying, so I haven't been able to fit much into my schedule anyway. Thank god for summer vacation, since I can fit in all the stuff I want to do (parkour and dance, namely. Maybe skating again, because I really miss it, but probably not.)

A big issue has been the iPod. I can't make myself run consistently without some kind of music, and CD players skip to death when you try to run with them. So I bought the iPod, but it decided to be a puke and only work on Macs, which meant that I couldn't get any music onto it. Thankfully Paul said he'd upload some for me. iTunes works on PC's, my ass.

I've got three finals tomorrow and three on Thursday, and then I am DONE. Yea verily and much rejoicing! I can't wait for vacation to start so I can get a job and relax. I still have to study all summer- algebra, trig, chemistry, Greek, and Latin- but whatever. It's studying without the pressure of tests and grades. Plus there's the dance thing. I can't wait to get back into shape again. I will be one happy Feather. Alisha and I were talking about using an empty classroom as a studio over the summer. It's a good plan unless you're a technique nazi. But for me, that means that a classroom-studio would be used to practice what I'm going to learn in class, because I'm going to start taking class again, dammit.

Now that I've rambled and jammed up my flist, I'm going to go track down Paul and sell some books. Yay for selling books.

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 )

They denied my chemistry drop. Oh, motherfuck. I think I'm going to be sick.

Seriously. If I am paying YOU five hundred dollars for this class, then why the fuck can't I do what I want with it, when I want to do it? Why should someone have to die for someone else to drop a class late? For fuck's sake, people. If you think you can pass a test, and you study your ass off for it, and then you DON'T, then you should have the option to drop.

If I fuck this up, I'm going to bring down my GPA hellishly.

Right. I wish a bus would run me over or something.

I think I'm going to be sick.

[ETA: I'm definitely going to burst into tears. Figured out a tentative GPA- it should be higher, techinically, since I gave myself 3's in all my classes and I'm pretty sure they're higher than that- but throwing a 0 GPA in there for chemistry brought it down to a 2.6.

My life is, effectively, over.]

I am definitely one of the top math class skippers in the world today. Aeons from now, legions of school children will be chanting my name in post-apocalyptic caves across the world, hailing me as a paragon of mathematics that changed their world forever.

Maybe I'm having delusions of grandeur, though...?

There's some bum asleep on the only couch. Which means that I can't go to sleep on the couch. --Wait, it's Ashby. Maybe I can topple him off and steal the couch. That's the whole reason I skipped math class, anyway. I've been having trouble staying awake all day, and there's no way in fuck I can sit through an hour and fifteen minutes of voting theory and keep my eyes open. So I figured I'd come over here and sleep for a while before I had to catch Ye Old Bus.

*goes to fuck around on ff.n and save her songfics before those bastards delete them*

I have my last chemistry test in a couple of hours (not counting the final.)

Doom.

DOOOOOOOOOM.

I don't think I study nearly enough.

As if the whole finals crunch wasn't bad enough, the plotbunnies have started attacking me with a vengeance- apparently, the Gods of Fanfiction want me to send Sara back to Herculaneum just in time to make some Roman friends before Mount Vesuvius erupts and kills them all. Of course, Grissom sees her plaster cast in a museum centuries later...

Yay for adventures in time-fucking.

Ooh, but this could be a good one. Provided I don't start it and not finish it, like everything else... after all, I've still got to finish the Sara/Grissom/Heather one, and the OMG!SerialKiller! one. And the Princess Epic.

[I can't go through my life wishing it was eleven o'clock]

"It started out with a kiss/how did it end up like this/it was only a kiss/it was only a kiss" reminds me of him but in a totally, totally good way.

Right. Off to review chemistry quick before DOOOOOOOOM time.

OMFG SARA, NO! DON'T GO TO THE BOATHOUSES! DON'T GO TO THE BOATHOUSES!

...and this entry has nothing to do with it.

I TOTALLY KICKED ASS on my speech. Bow down before the mighty power of sarcasm. The heads of the Electoral College will roll... as soon as I talk to someone other than my Public Speaking class about it, that is. Muah ah ahahahahahahaha.

Now I get to go find out how bad I failed a math test. Joy.

[ETA: 98 on the math test. This would have been something of an accomplishment had it not been so damn easy. *eye roll* And no, that's not just me rubbing in my awesome brainpower. It's just really, really stupid "math."]

I went to the archery range to practice yesterday. No, really, I did. Honest. I most certainly did not tell my dad that I needed the truck to go Onondaga Lake Park Archery Range and then take off in the opposite direction to visit neko_quinn at work under the pretense of buying a pretzel.

(Wal-Mart carries guns. Lots of them. But when you ask for arrows, the guy behind the gun counter will look at you like you're either crazy or a criminal but probably both and then carefully explain, as if to a child, that they don't carry arrows. You'll roll your eyes and bemoan the fact that you can't perpetuate your cycle of meaningless violence for the day and walk away to buy some embroidery needles.)

( Cut for gratuitous mention of bikinis, PDA's, and three hour walks )

And after all that? I went home, took two Benadryl, and fell over.

[ETA: Got the highest grade in the class on my Criminal Justice test- go me. Grade still wasn't that high- not go me. I only got a B. Phooey... but what do I expect? I've been so busy studying for chemistry that I totally forgot we had a test in CRJ and I didn't read the last chapter. B ain't bad for winging it. Anyway, twenty minutes until chemistry, so I'm going to go kill time in Ferrante.

Dammit, this skirt means I can't collapse on the floor in front of the classroom.]