stunt_muppet

"Productive" is somewhat loosely defined at this point, of course, but there are still things I could be doing and am not. For example, I still haven't unpacked all the way.

First day of classes today. Nothing too strenuous, as it was the first day, but I've got both my sciences on Monday withing five minutes of one another, so switching gears is going to be interesting. Ecology is first, followed by Genetics; while Ecology isn't a field I normally enjoy all that much, the professor at least seems enthused about his subject, so that might help. I'm hoping that Genetics will be something of a break, after my past two Bio seminars. I hesitate to call it easy, because it's Collegeland, but I'll have probably covered at least some of the material we learn there in my seminars, so the memorization and exams might be a little less taxing this time around.

I'm also not getting off to a great start with this whole "getting organized" business, as evidenced by my post title, but I am for now optimistically attributing that to first-day back-from-break blahs (I'm not one of those people that can hit the ground running) and hoping that I'll get better about that in the coming days.

Fortunately, for only the second time in my college career I have a semester with no 8:30 classes - my earliest is a 10:00 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I woke in a panic this morning at 7:59, frantically calling my mother and telling her that it was okay, I was awake now, she didn't have to call me again...only to be reminded, in a bemused voice, that I'd asked her to call to wake me up at 8:20. It's going to be one of those weeks, I can tell. Oh, sleeping in until 8:30. It is such a luxury and I am so not used to it.

I also woke up in the middle of a dream for the first time in ages, so I actually remembered it for a while before getting distracted by things like breakfast. I never usually remember my dreams.

Since I got back, I've been mostly catching up with friends, watching movies (usually also with friends - we watched WALL-E last night and will probably watch The Dark Knight tomorrow), staring into space, occasionally writing, and reading the Target novelization of The Three Doctors, since I need to get back in the habit of reading things and what better way to do that than with the literary equivalent of cheap chocolate. I'm typing up more complete thoughts on it and on the Target novelizations, but it was an interesting way to spend 45 minutes to an hour, anyway, and I still get a little geek joy out of owning the things to begin with.

Also, speaking obliquely of writing, a quick question: is it too cheesy/gimmicky for the narration in a story to cut out mid-sentence or mid-word to indicate something...unexpected happening to the POV character? The narration in question is limited-third-person rather than first-person, and since the unexpected thing would literally cut off said characters powers of observation/narration without them ever seeing it coming (so I wouldn't be able to say "he winced in anticipation" or "she heard, in the distance, the whistle of a small brick succumbing to gravity" or anything like that). It seems to me like it'd be a nice fourth-wall moment that could be freaky if I pulled it off properly (and I'm not sure I could), but I've also always had a tin ear for gimmicks, so I'd like some additional thoughts before I actually try it.


Also, I have an Inksome account, since it's said to be a good fandom-friendly alternative to LJ in case LJ Mysteriously Vanishes Into The Night (which I don't think it will, but it never hurts to be careful). There's literally nothing on the page yet, but I'll be setting up my profile and backing up my journal and things like that soon enough. If you'd like an invite code, I'd be happy to give one; just leave me a comment and I'll PM you the code. Also feel free to link me to your journals here so I can friend you at some point; I could go back to the links you've already posted, I know, but I'm a terribly lazy person and like it when other people do the work for me.

At some point, I will update sometime other than just before going to bed.

In the past three days, I have seen various friends, transferred my iTunes library to a new computer (Kayliesaur and Sweet Bean, I may need to re-pinch the music I pinched from you, since it didn't burn properly because I'm an idiot who cleared the files) and done my laundry. Oh, and spent much of a New Year's Party explainging what exactly I'm hoping to do with a Bio-English double major.

Oh, and showing Brother The Ark in Space, which he quite liked even though he mocked the Wirrn model. I think he also liked Harry, but I can't tell because now that he's a Teenager OMG he doesn't talk about things anymore.

That is the sum total of what I have accomplished. Other than that, I've pretty much loafed, ate, watched TV, and gained weight for the winter hibernation. Very little writing, because my brain is foggy, and anyway Mom gets mad when I spend too much time on the computer. She thinks my computer habits are making me deeply socially incompetent and need to be broken.

Admittedly, this is probably true.

Also, fandom_stocking  closes in three days. I have accomplished one stocking-stuffer fic. Gah.

Point is, two or three is the most I'm looking at right now, so for the friends I inevitably miss: If I don't get to your stocking, feel free to comment here with a fandom, a pairing, a character, a prompt, whatever and I'll write you a comment-length fic. No guarantees as to when I'll finish it, but I hate defaulting on ficathons or not giving a gift in a gift exchange, so...if you want it, there it is.

On another note, I go back to school in seven days. Despite doing nothing useful around here, I can't help but dread going back. Maybe I'll be more enthusiastic when the time arrives, but I just know that I'll start off the new school semester all ambitious and full of good intentions and end up doing the same thing I do every year. It's not that I hate school so much as I hate failing - not failing at classes but failing at improving myself.

My grades are supposedly up, either today or early tomorrow. I haven't looked at them. IF I DON'T SEE THE CHEMISTRY!FAIL IT DIDN'T HAPPEN. *hides head*

Bleh, my first post of the year and it's all emo and gloomy and slug-like. I really am going to update with content and things at some point, I promise.

Posts like this make me feel productive.

In vaguely chronological order...

It's Friday night, so I'll likely be up a bit longer. Were I wise, I'd spend this time doing some real, honest work, but wisdom is something I cannot yet be accused of. 

Au revoir.

First order of business: Yet another pimp for ihasaobjection.  It's like "I Can Has Cheezburger" with lawyers.
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I had a dream last night where I was a guy.

Sort of. See, in my dream, I was still me - all me, including my feminine identity and my built-in Cortex Feminista - but I was in a guy's body. I was in disguise, or undercover, or something, because there was some secret mission I had to do and I had to be a guy to do it.

John Cleese was my senior partner/mentor/advisor for some reason. He looked like he did in A Fish Called Wanda.

There were some other parts to the dream, but all I remember was me complaining about having to be a boy and John telling me to stop whining and get my work done. 

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I think it's quite unfair that, when I'm trying to do other work, I suddenly get these fabulous ideas for words and phrases and stories to write, be they for my original fiction or my Creative Writing homework or my fanfic. I can think up a story, almost in its entirety, while I'm lying on my back procrastinating on my Drawing project. 

And then, once I actually sit down to write them - in an effort to silence Muse and clear my head so I can focus on the task at hand - they're all gone. All of them, except for a few bits and pieces. And I'm stuck staring at the blank page and typing out what little I can remember, and what little I do remember sounds really stupid once it's no longer in my head.

Also, my spray-paint project for Drawing looks more and more like a Front Line Assembly and/or Enigma CD cover with every passing day. Worrisome.

I haven't been here much because this semester is still handing me my ass on a platter. I still don't know my major, nor do I know what I want to do for study abroad, nor do I know what classes I'm going to take next semester because I really can't decide those until I figure out those first two. All these decisions are bearing down on my head, and I don't have the faintest idea how I'm going to make a decision. Instead, I'm just trying very hard to pretend that it's still my freshman year and I don't have to worry about any of that, la la la I can't hear you. 

It's not working too well.

Also, cutting back on my Internet time is actually kind of painful. Once I unplug myself, turn off the TV, and get my work done, I just sort of sit here and wonder what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I could talk to my friends, but odds are they're working too. And I could read or make jewelry (Pixxi, your present is coming along nicely), but that wouldn't solve the leaving-my-room problem. 

So I end up going back to work, or reading, or writing, or beading. I'm not very good at this.

Also, there was another spider in my room last night. I maintained self-control and dispatched it quickly and cleanly. I may be bad at having a life, but at least I'm getting better at handling spiders.

New icon. You like? There's another one, but it's not nearly as entertaining.

Yes, I'm fully aware that, in every *single* journal I have yet posted, I have bitched about being sleepy. That's because it's true. All the time.

( I also realize that that was an egregious and inexcusable use of chatspeak. But that, I don't think I'll apologize for. )