Eight Hours Later.

Eight hours and 98 math problems later...

People don't seem to understand that I get very cranky when I'm pulled away from things I'm working on. People like to get mad at me when I'm doing something and they call me away. I tend to be very vocal about being pulled away from my work... and as I'm not normally a vocal person (in that regard), you'd think people would take the soft growling seriously.

Feh.

Tomorrow I get to drive to Columbus... probably in the rain... then finish the 55 math problems I didn't get around to doing... plus write the general outline for my persuasive speech, so that I can attack it with force either late tomorrow night or sometime Monday afternoon.

If I don't get an A on this math exam on Monday, I'll be extremely cranky.

Actually, I'm extremely cranky right now. I think that comes with eight hours of working equations and the fact that I'm quite fatigued/tired/sleepy.

Hopefully I'll go to sleep soon.

Scribbling is a Passion of Mine...

Last night I was able to produce seven pages of writing. It's something I can't explain, when your thoughts and ideas become semi-tangible in the form of written -- or typed, in my case -- text. It's almost like being able to record a dream.

I'd been suffering a two-month writing block when finally, just before I fell asleep last night, the inspiration hit hard. And I spent some time wrapped up in my own world. I've forgotten how euphoric it is for me to just sit down and write.

Sometimes, short and simple is the best way to portray a message. And while that's not normally my style, sometimes I can accomplish it.

Adventures in Anniston.

Today was another daylong stint in the wonderful city of Anniston, Alabama. Everybody was tired, as we all got less than 4 hours of sleep, but we made the trip to Anniston in one piece.

We bounced to a lot of places. After stopping into the surgeon's main building, we drove across the street to the first of several hospital buildings we visited today. The ground floor lobby was extremely large and almost looked palatial, causing everybody to pause temporarily and gaze around. After we got Shelby signed in, Steve and I wandered off to find some vending machines... caffeine was craved. After venturing to the third floor, we realized the vending area was on the ground level, which meant another trip in the elevators. (Elevators make me jittery, because they abruptly start and stop, shake and rumble while moving, and are small. I'm always afraid of getting trapped in one, and I'm mildly claustrophobic.) After getting to the ground floor, we wandered aimlessly until we finally found the vending area, only to find a poor selection. So we returned to Shelby and Mama.

What was supposed to be a 45-minute appointment for an ultrasound turned into an appointment that lasted way over an hour. We had to rush to the next place, which was the massive hospital across the street.

Upon finally finding our destination, Mama informed Steve and I that we didn't have to wait in the crowded waiting room if we didn't want to. She had found a large, open, empty lobby on the second floor we could go chill in. We left, then decided to go exploring instead.

The hospital was seven stories tall, so naturally we went to the top floor. We wandered until there was nowhere else to go, and came across a window with an awesome view. I took a few pictures of the view on my cell phone, as it was just amazing... even for someone who is generally afraid of heights. We got back into the elevator and found there was a button that would take the elevator to the roof... we hit it several times, but it did nothing. We went to the first floor instead (these were express elevators so the trip took all of fifteen seconds) and found the "tunnel," a looooooong corridor that, I think, runs underground and connects you to the main hospital across the street.

We ventured through it and popped out in some random surgery wing. Using an utility elevator and random luck, we found the main lobby. (We were on our quest for caffeine again.) We wandered into the gift shop, which had some fun items... a very steamy romance novel and a plush rat that vibrated way too hard for it to be a simple toy... then decided to try and find our way back to where Mama was.

That was probably the most fun part. As we were now across the street from the place, we had to find the tunnel again so we could safely get back to the building. We got turned around a couple of times and wound up finding where they handle all the used hospital sheets. After all that, we finally made it back to where Mama was... Steve and I laid on the floor in the corner and tried to nap.

(There's something about hospitals that'll just zap all the strength out of you. And the adventuring in it just goes to show I like wandering about and getting lost.)

After lunch, we ventured back to the surgeon's office, where we spent well on 3 hours. Steve and I were sitting on a nice couch in the waiting room, and he laid his head on my shoulder and napped for about 40 minutes. We were all getting tired, and my patience was wearing thin... a woman brought her two children and didn't bother to control them, and I was very tempted to scold them.

So yeah. We traveled back to Newnan, and I was finally able to get my sinus medication into my system. Mama is taking a nap, and Shelby is lounging about. I figure that I'll probably go catch a nap too, as I think it's too late to conjure up any worthwhile conversations on MSN.

Tomorrow I get to rest a little... I'm looking forward to it.

Although I'd love to find another large building and wander its halls aimlessly.

Two Shots and One Sinus Infection Later...

I love and hate my "travel" days. Anybody who spends a lot of time around me knows that I travel -- by travel, I mean 80 miles, one way, from Columbus to Newnan and back -- a lot. I actually travel a lot less than I used to, as I used to commute every weekend. But that was before gas became expensive and the roads became so dangerous. Now I make the jaunts for appointments, weeklong vacations, holidays, and the summer.

I love my travel days because I love driving and being on the road. I think I have a wandering spirit that just likes being out and about. I like the travel days because I walk around with a purpose, and I rather enjoy having things scheduled... I don't really believe in the concept of time (which is an entry for another day), but I love schedules. Hm. Go figure.

I hate my travel days because I run myself too hard. While I like walking around with a purpose, I tend to invest 150% into said purposes, and run out of steam... and if I have to keep moving after running out of steam, I get frazzled. I hate the traveling because the roads are dangerous, but that's just a risk you have to take.

Anyway. Today was one of those days. (It was also my twenty-and-a-half birthday. Woo.)

The trip was much easier than last time, as there were no wild trucks entering my lane and traffic was light due to timing. And, as I knew the roads were going to shift, the transition wasn't as bad. In fact, after the lanes shifted, the ride was almost as if it were any other trip... that was sorta pleasant.

I got to go get tormented -- checked out -- by my doctor today... gotta love surgical clearances and forgetting to get critical immunizations. But I digress. Me and my needlephobia, I took Mama with me so that somebody would guard the door... I mean, distract me. (I really don't try to run. I just panic and need a distraction. Morbid curiosity is the devil.)

They did the immunization first, a nice shot in the hip. The immunization is to protect me from that dastardly virus that tried to become terminally cancerous, so Mama was very insistent I get it. It's a series of three, and, fortunately, this was my last one. (I'd started on the set just a week before they discovered the cells in my body... then time got away from me and I forgot to get the third. Go figure.) I was so impressed that I was able to actually get up and position myself... not only because it's a rather awkward position to put yourself in -- especially with your mother in the room -- but because my fear normally paralyzes me. I yelped a little when the injection went in, but that was it. I was proud.

The next was the one in the arm... the one I dread so much. They decided to lay me down, knowing my fear, and Mama kept me looking at her... my damn morbid curiosity drives me to look and scare myself. This was where I shed all of two tears, then stared blankly at Mama until it was over. But then I tried to stand up and they realized I was pale and didn't look right, so they made me lay back down until my color returned. Damn me and my weakness. We had to sit there for 10 minutes and wait for me to mildly recover.

While I was there, we tackled the issue of my sets of sniffles and coughs. Fortunately, it isn't the dreaded bronchitis that puts my life on hold for 3 days -- or makes me hack horribly for 3 months -- but instead a minor sinus infection... something I get all the time. They threw me yet another handful of my favorite medication and sent me on my way. Mama drove us home, as my head was cloudy and I was walking wobbly.

I learned that dizziness plus drowsiness from sinus medication can make for a fun time if you're already clumsy by nature. The medication tastes awful, which motivates you to hurry and swallow the damn thing. Seriously, if you don't get it down within two seconds, the bitter taste gets stuck on your tongue for an hour. It also makes your throat dry as hell, which has me coughing hard and loud... I could take some liquid cough syrup, but liquid medication and I don't mix. As in, I don't take it well.

Meh. I've rambled far too long. For my half-birthday, I got two shots and a sinus infection. But I also gained a bit of courage against my needlephobia...

I guess today wasn't all bad. But it wasn't all good, either. I don't know how I'd rate today.

Maybe I'll just call it neutral. For now, I need to get some sleep before I travel yet again. A day in Anniston awaits in the morning.

Organization is My Flaw.

I've been rushing around so much lately that I'm just now looking at the December calendar. And wow, is it full. I think there were maybe 13 days in the entire month that I didn't have anything written/scheduled. Thirteen out of 31. That just goes to show you. I mean, I have 5 calendars (a planner in my backpack, my Yahoo calendar, my campus calendar, my paper calendar on the wall, and my markerboard calendar [which is the most accurate, as it's erasable])... but when you forget to sync all of 'em up... you tend to lose a lot.

Last night I didn't feel like sleeping, so I didn't go to bed until sometime after midnight. As finals are approaching, I'm finding myself automatically flipping into "crisis mode," in which I run on less sleep and flip my internal clock to a semi-nocturnal state. My internal clock is friggin' amazing. Even if I forget to set my alarm, I wake up 10 minutes before the alarm goes off. If I take a nap, I tend to know what time it is when I wake up without even looking at a clock. My body doesn't like transitioning into the "crisis" state, but I remarkably made the shift quite well this time.

I can't wait for December to be over. Sure, when the spring term begins on January 12, my schedule will be chaotic, but it'll be much more managable than what's on my plate right now.

I apologize in advance if I forget anything, if I grate on people's nerves, or if I become more distracted than normal. I also apologize in advance if I crack under the pressure. Dani's just stretched very thin right now.

Next Week: At a Glance.

Feel free to ignore this entry. It's more or less a schedule so I can keep up with stuff.

Monday
* 8:00 - 8:50 AM: Microeconomics
* 9:00 - 10:10 AM: Preparatory Algebra (Meh.)
* Lunch with Daddy around 11:00-ish... Chinese buffet, wee!
* Start laundry and preliminary packing.

Tuesday
* 8:00 - ? AM: Public Speaking... hear the first of the speeches. Will probably be out in 30 minutes.
* 11:00 - 11:30 AM: Geology quiz... jump out of class early.
* 11:30 - 11:45 AM: Finish packing.
* 11:45 - 1:00 PM: Brave the expressway; drive to Newnan.
* 3:30 PM: Doctor's appointment. Get a needle in the arm and a needle in the hip. The one in the hip will be itchy... yay immunizations.
* Rest of the day: Recovering from stress.

Wednesday
* Wake up early and spend probably all day in Anniston, Alabama, for Shelby's pre-op.

Thursday
* Thanksgiving. Spend a great portion of the day with the family, probably. Eat like mad, and get buzzed on alcohol (maybe).

Friday
* Be woke up early by Mike going into the "office" (my room, which is a guest room) to work. Other than that, nothing so far.

Saturday
* A chance to relax... hopefully.

Sunday
* Pack up and return to Columbus sometime in the early afternoon.
* Get to Columbus and do laundry.
* Re-fuel car.
* Revise Public Speaking speech, due on Tuesday, December 2.

I'm trying to take things a week at a time, as things are way too stressful. Don't be surprised if I make lists like this every Sunday for a while, as it just puts things into perspective and helps me remember.

What a week incoming... I'm already on-edge.

Miraculous Relief...

So today was sort of wasted, courtesy of a very nasty migraine. (I'm just now able to get up and function, that's how ugly it was.) But now that I'm back up on my feet -- somewhat -- I figure I'll muse. But instead of poetry, I'm gonna go for one of my little narrative essay stories I tend to write when I'm not in a poetic mood.

It's a bit surreal sometimes... a little strange and abnormal. This is my narrative style, for anybody who's never seen it before. Enjoy my miserable little drabble about the span of five hours.

Pained View

And so the world comes into view after nine hours of sleep. Sleep that was much like a stint in death; dreamless, empty, black and silent. Unmoving. Nothing. A nine hour stint in the world that isn't a world, but rather a lack of. This was sleep. But now the creature gasps softly and regains life, and a world settles back into place. Objects form as if clouds of dust just fall from space and arrange into miscellaneous shapes that make up a bedroom's setting. The creature sits upright slowly, and rubs at its weary pair of windows.

The creature begins to take up a form... humanesque, feminine. And so it is declared that this being is a young woman, and she's slowly coming into full consciousness. But wait! Her eyebrows are furrowed in a miserable downward angle, and her forehead wrinkles with signs of distress. She is not a happy creature, and her hands raise to her temples and begin to press in. Her fingers dig in and run slow, hard circles. The eyes of the woman well with water, and she lays herself back into her blankets.

The body curls up into a tense ball -- one so tight and small that the structure of the body should be unable to maintain such a shape. But it maintains, and the female produces a sound. A weak mumble of sorts, muffled in the blanket as she seeks refuge in the dark warmth of the sheets. And while the warmth is soothing, the faint drumming reverberates off the skull, and there is vibrations of pain. With each cycle of pulses, the pounding intensifies. Inside of her skull must be a creature, setting upon a set of drums with vicious intensity, slamming its fists upon the skin of the drums with such force it rattles all the airwaves. And she writhes, unable to maintain comfort.

And time slips by, rapidly in reality but torturously slow in her personal realm. The minutes are years, and the hours are centuries, increasing her agony by tenfold as a century lapses. By the second century, the windows of our female flood over, unable to hold the heated droplets of pain that have been produced. Her body sets quivering, no longer able to maintain its spherical position. The light sharpens into miserable daggers, throwing themselves at her eyes and forcing their way through the natural shields that try to protect them. As a magnifying lens intensifies the heat until it eventually sets an innocent ant ablaze, every fiber in the woman's eyes burst into fireballs. And no matter how much liquid the wells of this woman produces, the tormenting flames will not be ceased. She claws her eyes furiously with trembling hands, but nothing is accomplished.

By the arrival of the third century, the drumming has turned to thunderous cannon fire, shooting ammunition with such force that the balls can be felt bouncing off the walls of the skull that imprisons them. The creature in her head is desperate for escape, and fires repeatedly, wracking her head with miserable pangs that pulsate through her entire body. Her core has became unstable and churns viciously, and shivers of nausea entwine with the quivers of pain. The chords in her throat move slightly, occasionally, producing cries of misery that can nowhere near explain the torture and violence that grips her body. But she communicates her agony to an audience of none, and the walls have no sympathy for her. The furniture stares with a stoic, uncaring silence... it matters not to them what anguish their resident suffers. And so they watch.

Fourth century, and her miserable sobs turn into pathetic pleas for relief. She has tried to return to her hibernating state, but there is too much violence in her body to allow her restful passage into sanctuary. Her fingers dig into pillows and clutch tightly to the blanket around her, but they utter no noise. They offer no more assistance than what little they can provide: warmth, comfort, and darkness. She continues to ravage and attack these objects, silenced by her own realization that she is alone to fight the problem.

But, finally, the cannonfire is slowing, and the churning waves of her middle are starting to settle. And for a moment, she opens her eyes and faces the daggers of the light for the first time in centuries. But it still burns painfully, and she closes her windows to the world again.

And finally, she transitions. Back into the psuedo night... back into the calm state of empty nothing.

And she sleeps until the fifth century arrives.

Five hundred years, and the war of this one little world has come to an end. Weakly, the woman creeps out of her bed, and attempts to resume living as normal. But she'll never forget the five centuries of pained view that brought her through so much in just a single day.

First Piece in Ages.

I feel motivated.

Or distant.

Or whatever I'm delivering here.

Not one of my best pieces.

The Silence Violence

The windows to the soul
Are closed up and boarded.
The body is shivering with cold
But burning inside its shell
Destroying itself inside out
And nobody dares to stop it.

Nobody knows the
Destruction
Within.

The green spheres move
Robotically
At the slightest sound that
Beats upon the hearing drum
Enhanced by an alertness
That sets the normal soul
On edge.
And they blink once.

The destruction
Is missed.

There is internal screeching
Demonic wails
Penetrate weak defenses
Causes trembling
In foreign spaces
On this bitter globe.

And for a moment,
The body wonders
If it really has a purpose
To sit in its
Disconnected existence
And let the destruction rage on
Unchecked,
Eternal.

It believes that there is trouble
In revealing the turmoil.

Neglects to understand
The violence
In silence.

Another Random Musing

I slept late today and didn't motivate myself to do much until sometime in the afternoon. It was actually rather refreshing. I spent the day with Shelby, Steve, and Amy, causing havoc (which basically meant playing video games and going out for lunch). And now here I sit, relatively tired and dreading the idea of having to drive tomorrow.

I had a dream this morning (I woke from the alcohol stupor at about 10 but still felt hazy and slept some more) that was rather odd. Supposedly, me and some of my family and friends ventured out to California. Anyway, we went into a store there and a random woman insisted on buying me a beautiful emerald ring. She told me she'd be back in 30 minutes to deliver the ring to me, and went on about her way. I was wandering the streets when I realized I had become very lost and didn't recognize any of my surroundings. I walked around in a panic, trying to find familiar territory, but saw nothing... and I then realized I had no means of contacting anybody to tell them I'd gotten lost.

I ended up in a shady sort of place, where I went into an underground floor that was some kind of disgusting restroom. There, I met up with several grungy and rough-looking women, none of which seemed to happy to see me wander in. They informed me that there was something weird going on in an abandoned schoolhouse -- though I never asked -- and then sent me on my way. I quickly fled the place and started once again to find my way back to familiar ground.

I came across a beautiful and relatively modern-looking schoolhouse and wandered inside after finding a door ajar. There I found a building much older and dilapidated on the inside, and eerily empty halls. The further I walked along in the place, the more I heard very hushed whispering in tense voices. I walked up to a door and pressed my ear against it, and heard plans being made.

But obviously I was not supposed to hear them. I found myself being chased by several people, brandishing ropes and other fine torture tools. I ran into a classroom and found that the chalkboards moved and were hidden passageways into adjacent rooms. I quickly jumped through several of them, until I finally came to one that seemed stuck. I pushed with all my might and, at the last second, jumped through it and ended up in a small room. The people who had been pursuing me seemed to give up, but decided to search for me outside.

I crawled out of the little room and climbed out a window, beginning to quickly walk away from the place. I was spotted, however, and was chased once again. I wound up back in the shady building again, faced with a blocked door. Of all things, my body began glowing red, and I threw my hands out to the sides. The block shattered into a million pieces, and I ran on. I saw a glass door blocking me from the road and did the same thing, causing an explosion of glass... only one piece of the shrapnel hit me, and it hurt like hell and made me bleed profusely (and it was a very small fragment). I grasped my wounded arm and ran into the streets again, dodging traffic and nearly getting hit on several occasions. The police grabbed me and began to interrogate me and my wild running, and the crazed people of the abandoned schoolhouse caught up. ...But I woke up.

...Yep. I apparently have magical powers in my dreams. That dream seemed real, and I remember waking up feeling as if I had a piece of glass in my arm.

So tomorrow afternoon I get to head back to Columbus to resume normal life. The only problem I have with this is having to get back on the expressway. After what happened to me on Tuesday, all I keep thinking about is how close I came to being smashed between a concrete wall and a trailer. I'll probably track down an alternate route, as I'm still very afraid to be on the expressway. I know I could handle the drive without issue, but I just want to make it home alive.

And yeah. Next week I need to track down a doctor and get two needles... one in the arm, and one on the hip. The one on the hip doesn't seem to hurt, as I've got large hips and lots of "cushion," (I didn't even notice when I got a shot in the hip the last time) but the one in the arm will definitely sting. I would've done this task on Friday, but I'd had enough of doctors for one week.

I guess I oughta go get some sleep so I'll be alert tomorrow.

Random Musing...

I gotta stop getting into the alcohol. The more I have, the sleepier and wobblier I seem to get. At the moment, I'm very sleepy and have trouble standing and walking. And I've only had two drinks. I'm a lightweight, and it amuses me.

For the first ten minutes, I get really philosophical and intellectual... then I start to get gradually sleepier. I'm in for another night of sleeping deep and hard without dreaming... and without having Mike having to work tomorrow, that means I'll be able to sleep it off without interruption. That makes me happy.

I'm probably gonna go collapse in bed now, reflecting on yummy thoughts. Mmmm... yummy thoughts.

Bad Day on the Horizon?

I had a bad night. I think I was having panic attacks in my sleep. I had to have been. Waking up with muscles tight, body shuddering, and wet eyes... I don't feel like I slept, but I know I did. The dreams won't let me forget.

I don't feel like talking about two of them here, but I'll bring up the third one. Ironically, it scared me the most. I suffer episodes of repeating dreams. Not so much as the dream repeats as if watching a tape over and over... but the same scene/setting shows up all the time. And I've had several of these in the past, and most of them go away and I never deal with them again.

One of them I used to have involved a house with hidden upper floors that only I seemed to know about. But those upper floors were supposed to be haunted, and nobody ever made it to the top of the seven floors. In these dreams, I'd always get up to the fourth floor when a bloody, grey-skinned demon launched out of the darkness at me, screeching in a high pitch shrill that chilled to the bone... that cold feeling would slice through me even when I woke up from it. It always startled me awake.

Well... the house with the haunted upper floors has come back to... well... haunt me. It all came back so vividly, and just the way I remember it when I had the dream months and months ago. I didn't go up past the first of these floors, as my dream character seemed to remember the legend of the haunted house.

I'm a bit scared. Am I doomed to deal with that fourth-floor demon again? It scared me so badly when I had to deal with it the first time... I don't want to do it again!

So after waking up and trying to shake off the nightmares of the previous efforts at sleep, I get my shower and come downstairs to do my registration for next term at school. Or, I was supposed to do that this morning. I managed to log onto the school website and check my email, but when I went to the registration part of the site, it was down. So I refreshed. And again. And again. And finally the whole school site crashed. Again. So I have to go to school at about 10:15 instead of 10:45 (Yeah, I know, a whole 30 minutes. I'm whining. Who cares?) to go kindly inform them that they have crappy technology, and that I demand to be registered.

I'm having one of those days, I guess...

I'm gonna go dry my hair and then sit around for a little while before I start packing up for my "big" road trip today. They moved my appointment from 2:30 this afternoon to 5:30 this evening, which gives me a few more hours to stall/panic/play denial. And stuff.

I hope my anxieties stop flaring. That'd be nice.

It's Monday.

And yeah.

I don't have to sit through Microeconomics this morning, which is nice, but I'm still gonna leave at the regular time because parking is horrid at 9:00, when I need to be in my math class. I don't think that woman would ever cancel a class... and I'm again in a bad mood. (I tend to stay in a bad mood, it seems...)

Well, I'm gonna spend Tuesday through Sunday up in Newnan... a doctor's appointment on Tuesday (which, if all goes according to plan, will leave me reeling in an anxiety attack), and an all-day seminar in Anniston keeps me in Newnan for a few days. I'm staying the weekend because by the time we get back from Anniston on Thursday, it'll be well after dark. And with the roads as battered and wrecked as they are presently, I'd rather skip a day of class than risk my life to get there. Besides that, nothing is on the schedule that I actually need to be here for, so yeah.

Um. Yeah. That's really about it for this morning, I guess. I just felt like getting a small entry going before I had to go deal with reality.

And warming the car. Damn these mornings of 38 degrees. At least I washed my hoodie last night... it smells nice and clean, and was fun to cuddle when it was fresh from the dryer.

And now I'm off, hopefully to disperse this bad mood.

Fail.

I think I was full of fail today.

I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. Probably will, though.

I really have nothing to say.

I'm gonna go lay around until Daddy gets home.

And then probably lay around some more.

Sigh.

Fail.

Just a Thought.

Congratulations, citizens of America. You've all proven yourselves to be color-driven lemmings.

I bet 75% of the people who voted didn't care about the issues. I bet it was all about color, color, color.

I bet if you were told to jump off a cliff, you'd do it.

I'm proud to live in a country where it's okay to be hypocritical.

And now I'm going to school.

Finished!

And lo, it is done!

I got up at 5:20 this morning so I could get the final edits done. And it is done! I'm so pleased with Adrianna, who got everything to me so that the final edits could be done. I got to wake her up this morning and tell her it was all finished, which was kind of a fun thing to do.

I had an odd and almost scary dream last night, about something completely different. I had this dream I was in a "classroom" of very violent people, all of which were threatening to start fights with each other. I informed the "teacher" I didn't want to be there, but she refused to let me (and two others who also were a bit afraid) go. Finally, after ten minutes of hard negotiating, she released anybody who wanted to leave. The three of us left in a hurry. However, I got approached on the way to my car by a girl and her boyfriend, who wielded a dull knife at me. I was told to pledge allegiance and give respect to something (I forget what), and the knife got pressed to my stomach. "If you want to live," he said. I jumped in my car and locked the door, and they glared at me and drove off. What a dream.

Needless to say, I'll be wandering around campus with a wary eye. Not that I think I'll need to, but just because my dreams make me jumpy and high-strung. Thank God it's daylight when I get to school, otherwise I'd probably be really antsy.

Anyway, I must make preparations for my sister's arrival... and remember to buy a card. I always get stuck buying cards. Pfeh!

My mind's scrambled/scattered/frazzled. It'll be a fun day.

Sacrifices I Make.

I feel a tad moody... I'm gonna vent about it. (Yay, right? Mmm, sarcasm.)

So I just now got done scribbling up the final product for our group assignment in Public Speaking. Seven pages of analysis and editing. I was catching hell from several members of the group because I'd yet to pass out the final drafts. Never mind I was missing key information and the speech draft itself! Bah! It's finally out, and now I'll probably be staying up until 11:30 or so while I wait for everybody to respond so I know if it's good enough to print out.

Oh yeah! Never mind that we have a quiz in Public Speaking tomorrow that I'll have to cram for in the morning just so I have this paper done! Never mind a Geology quiz I have tomorrow! Noooope, Dani's gonna sit right here and edit this lovely little busy work assignment all nice and pretty...

Even if I wanted to study for those quizzes now, I couldn't. My head hurts, my thoughts are cloudy, and I just can't focus. I'm struggling to write this as it is.

I was hoping to maybe start writing a silly story idea I'd got in my head... no dice. Nope, I was waiting on that stupid assignment all day!

It's a friggin' busy work essay, too. That's what makes it worse. This stupid professor is the master of delivering busy work. I'd rather have done the impromptu speech than dealt with this. Siiiigh.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll be in a better mood, when I can sit down and attempt to try and get more sketching done on the request I have pending.

...Gah.

I can't focus anymore.

No more scribbling on this. ...Unless my head clears up.

If it doesn't... I hope I don't go to bed bitter.

So Bright Outside...

I gotta get used to this time change thing. I just looked outside and wow! It's bright outside! I'm so used to leaving for class in the dark that this new leaving in the daytime thing will have to take some getting used to.

Ooooo... bright.

Ahem! Anyway.

I wound up getting all 20 of those extra credit points for my Microeconomics exam, which gave me a final grade of 98/100. Mwahaha, that boosted my grade for the class up 2 whole points, setting me comfortably at a 94/100. I love looking at my Microeconomics grade and seeing that A staring me in the face.

I know I got these points because Mama called me up at 11:15 last night and socialized for thirty minutes. I love her, but I think she doesn't understand the concept of "having to go to bed for something." She hasn't worked in two years, courtesy of her medication making her medically retired and unable to work. But she was lucid and on her game last night, so it was a joy to listen to her.

(Although she made me horribly paranoid about roaming town for the next... four years. But that's for a post when I have more time.)

I also managed to [slightly] bust the artist's block, spending two hours on half a sketch my lovely boyfriend has requested I produce. It only took me thirty minutes to finally get a form that I liked on paper, then another hour sketching the details, then another thirty minutes inking and fine-detailing. Another two hours, and I'll have the inked drawing done! Then find a way to get it on Photoshop and work on that for four hours and voila! Instant picture!

(It's taking so long because I'm trying sooo hard to make it as perfect as I can. And I'm crazy for detailing things.)

For now, I must head off to dry my hair and do all that other fun before school stuff that you do... before school. oO

I'm the head of the Department of Redundancy Department. (Lol.)

Lack of Creative Originality.

I have a complete lack of creative originality when it comes to titling these silly things. Ah well.

Last night was fun. I spent most of it playing Mario Kart: Double Dash... I'm trying to shave off time from my Grand Prix scores, so I'm playing the modes like mad. I actually was able to scrape off a whopping 10 minutes from one of my record modes, which made me uber happy.

Tonight at 11, I'll get to find out how much extra credit I got on my Microeconomics exam. Do I think I'll be awake that long... probably not. But who knows. Maybe.

Yeah. I really didn't have much to say here. Tomorrow Daddy and I are gonna eat dinner at my favorite seafood restaurant, which I'm looking forward to. Shelby comes down for the day on Tuesday... Thursday I get to stay at school until 2:00. Seems like a busy week's in store for me... next week is even busier.

For now, I'm gonna try to get some sketching done. I've not written any stories/poems and haven't done a single drawing in a month... I'm having an ugly block, and I'm trying to fix it.

I hope it works.

A Fun Night.

Tonight's been fun. I've been watching my favorite paranormal team doing a live investigation since 7:00 tonight... I've been watching it both online and on the TV at the same time, which allowed to see some awesome orb shots. I even saw several amazing full-body forms, which absolutely thrilled me. The most exciting part was probably when a disembodied voice told them they weren't allowed in the building, and I heard it when they did. That made me uber excited.

The house has been keeping up. The footsteps upstairs have been creaking around, and I never could convince myself to go into the playroom/den. Right now, I do feel like something's staring hard at me, but I'm also too tired to really pay it all much mind. I buzzed myself earlier on candy and caffeine, and now it's wearing off and I'm burning out fast.

But the night isn't over yet... there's still several hours until the dawn, when (supposedly) everything will be safe and normal again.

All in all, I guess today wasn't as bad as it could've been.

Details tomorrow.