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Oh, bitchcakes.

Bitchcakes drizzled in lose-sause and topped with creme de la fail.

I'm never going to get this damn short story finished. It's due tomorrow and I don't even think I have it half-done. And honestly, I still don't know where it's going or how it's going to end.

And I don't feel at all inspired, so it's not like I can reward myself with fic after I do a substantial amount of writing.

And I'm freaking tired. It's to late for me to write anything coherent.

And I have to spend tomorrow packing because I'm going home Friday and I have nothing packed. And I have, thus far, no clue what I'm doing for my Bio project, and it's due in two weeks.

BitchCAKES. *falls over*

I really will reply to you all once I'm not dead tired. Although I must shout-out now: Big sis, you have made my bitchcakey day at least %100 better. :)

[ETA] Dear world at large:

Please tell me you're bullshitting me.

This fucking story's due in less than three hours - three fucking hours - and you choose THAT PRECISE FUCKING MOMENT to have me drop my laptop and break the monitor. You've got to be bullshitting me.

Even better? You make me drop it by sending a gigantic fucking SPIDER across my path. You KNOW how I get with big bugs. So why on earth would you send a spider crawling onto my bed while I'm holding my ~~baby~~ laptop and I've got a fucking assignment due?

And see, now in the unlikely event that I get any of this shit done on time, I'm not even going to be able to sleep well in my own room, because all I'll be able to think about is that fucking SPIDER crawling over me in my sleep and laying eggs in my skin.

Roast in hell, spider. I fucking hate you. You made me kill my baby. I curse you unto the thousand millionth generation, and hope that every single one of your fucking spider babies gets SQUASHED LIKE THE FUCKING INSECT IT IS by some vengeful shoe or newspaper. Fuck you.

*exhale*

*silently prays for a way to fix my baby*

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It's hard to believe you're having trouble with your short story when you can come up with such delightful and illustrative terms to describe the current state of your homework. :D I am definitely stealing "Bitchcakes drizzled in lose-sause and topped with creme de la fail" as the secret title for my next paper.

I really wish I could send some of my energy towards you, dear. I have a feeling you'd be much more productive with it, especially since when I'm up late, I direct my creative energies towards...cracktastic chats like this one from last week.

Voice: So, let me see. You claimed illness in order to not have to write this paper on Sunday, after which you actually felt sick and were lethargic for 48 hours. Now this is due in about 9 hours, you haven’t started, and you don’t even have the book from which you are supposed to quote with you.
RS: But I do have scribblesome notes jotted down from when I talked about this subject matter in front of the class a week ago.
Voice: OHHH, you mean that presentation you totally sucked at and mumbled your way through?
RS: Yes! That one! The one I was going to make up for with a really good paper!
V: Except then all your understanding vanished, and now you want me to find again?
RS: Wow, it’s like we’re of one mind.
V: Funny how that works.
RS: So, any ideas?
V: How long does this have to be?
RS: My rule of thumb is 2.5 pages.
V: And what are we talking about?
RS: Freud and repressed memories. Possibly as it relates to social consciousness.
V: I don’t know what that means.
RS: Me neither.
V: How does having me on your team help, again?
[time passes]
Voice: Why is it that every time you try to talk Freud, you get distracted and end up on the Jim/Pam website?
RS: Return of the repressed. Trying to tamp down my shipper’s tendencies in order to do homework goes against the natural order.
V: I’m not sure you understand the definition of what you’re writing about.
RS: Didn’t we establish that like 3 hours ago?

Also when I'm up late, I lose all sense of judgment about whether or not I should post things like that in comment boxes. Oh well, too late. If you have not already gone to bed, I wish you well on your writing endeavors; I know you can finish! Finish something great, even.

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Haha, unfortunately, my creative writing teacher does not share your outlook on terms such as 'creme de la fail', and would probably dock points for not making any sense. But steal as you please!

Why is it that every time you try to talk Freud, you get distracted and end up on the Jim/Pam website?

I know EXACTLY what you mean. See, unless I have research to do, I disconnect the Internet while I'm working for just that reason - if I don't, I end up searching for my topic on Wikipedia and then following links for hours until I reach some completely improbable topic that has nothing whatsoever to do with what I'm supposed to be working on. Or I'll just watch online videos. A lot.

Thank you for the good wishes! The story turned out okay - I'd hardly say great, but at this point I really don't care - and while I am probably too late to wish you luck on your current scholastic endeavors, I wish you advance luck on whatever thorny assignment may raise its head in the future.

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Well, see, they're *secret* titles, meaning the name under which I save the computer file. So far I have Marx Paper of Crap, Freud Paper of Crap, Godawful Paper from the Depths of Suckville, Hellishly Hard Paper, and Sonofabitchulism Etc. (that last one was my preferred spelling of one of the topics, "Somnambulism")

It...never occurred to me to disconnect my own internet. That sounds incredibly sad, but I've really never tried it. I will test that theory out tonight. And I'm glad you finally got your story done...the one good thing about half-killing yourself to finish something is the satisfaction that comes after you turn it in. (however short-lived that may be)

XD Oh, man, now I got my water right up my nose from "Sonofabitchulism", which is a lovely substitute for the actual word. Secret descriptive titles for the win!

Don't worry - it didn't occur to me to disconnect my own internet until earler this semester, and even that was only because I wanted to move my laptop closer to the TV so I could procrastinate even more. (My dorms use an ethernet cable, not wireless, so moving the laptop meant disconnecting the internet.) It does cut the procrastination time in half, but I've found that without the shininess of the internet I just inevitably find other ways of distracting myself (i.e. endless games of Solitaire).

***GIANT HUGS*** for Muppet, and kisses to her baby. I believes in YOU! SS thinks that you can do it. What more could you possibly need? (You know, besides a miracle.)

OH MY GOD.

::sends you enormous amounts of hugs and sympathetic wails::

At least now you have a fantastic excuse for not having that story finished?

If you want, I can write you a drabble to cheer you up. My writeable fandoms: MCR, House, PotC, OUaTiM, and uh.... oh, I can never remember. Tell me what fandom you want and I'll tell you if I know it. Also tell me what pairing(s), situations, tone/emotion or random object you want. ^_^

O_O Fucking fuck...I don't think any kind of Big Sister super power can make that inccident go away.

I'm so sorry little sis *hug* I know what it's like to loose your compy during school time >_< does your school have a compy lab? You could use that in the mean time...and at least you're going home soon so you can surely get your baby fixed there.

My advise for next time your brain flips you off is invest in a couple of cans of starbucks double shot espresso. You may not write the next novel sized fandom, but it'll get the job done that's for sure (it just may be a little crack tastic XD but you'll still get the A cause the teacher secretly likes soft core porn in a bath tub) *cough cough* that was me.

Let's get together on Friday after I close and we can have a late night party XD I have a room now and we can watch movies on my tv/on my compy and we can squee over Ryan loosing his virginity to Mr. Caine.

Awwwwwwww, Muppet, what a lousy thing to have happen. *hugs* (It happened to one of my mom's friends. I know how sad it is, because my laptop is -- after my cat, Moe -- my baby.)

A spider. ::: recoils in horror ::: I'm scared to death of them. If I see one in my room, that's it -- no sleeping. I feel your pain and your squeamishness. Ewwwwwwww... ::: screams ::: (I even wrote an 'OMG! Spider!' Munch fluffer fic once. He was the brave one, of course.)

Like your sis said, Doubleshot can be yer fwend. I used to pound down one or two, and then the words would flow like a fountain. Beats trying to keep your eyes open with Scotch tape. (Kids: Never try that at home! I was kidding.)

I hope it all worked out somehow, or that you were able to plead your anthrax was still acting up, so the prof would give you an extension. Wear a mask and cough a lot? *hugs*

:OOOOOOO

Oh, no! I hope your baby feels better soon. :(

Spiders are the devil.

I hope that your laptop can be fixed-I really hope it's still on warranty.

I think there is something about this semester that is killing everyone.

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