it occurs to me that i am america.

New semester started today:

1^st: Honors Modern History, with Mr. S, who is very conservative and stills considers himself part of the Confederacy.

2^nd: Economics, which is incredibly dull, and Ms. H reminds of Ricky Gervais on The Office, but not in a good way.

3^rd: Trigonometry. WOE. LOTS OF WOE.

4^th: AP Government, which is lovely, even if Ms. B has pictures of Bush, Reagan, and Bob Corker on her walls. There are about 10 of us, and I got to yell about abortion and defend Abraham Lincoln and talk about how Reagan helping end communism doesn’t make up for him ignoring the AIDS epidemic. So much fun.

(OH, AND FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE INAUGURATION! THERE WILL BE CELEBRATORY OBAMA COOKIES.)

THREE FINALS TOMORROW. COUNT THEM. THREE.

Though that's really my fault, because I viciously lied my way out of taking an Anatomy final today because I got two hours of sleep last night and was too sick to eat breakfast this morning. Which happens to be exactly the opposite of what I should have done.

BUT TONIGHT I WILL BE STUDYING LIKE A MOFO AND GETTING TO BED BY MIDNIGHT. NOT 3:30.

(but, when it's over, I'm rewarding myself with the first volume of Sandman, which came in the mail a few days ago, and also National Treasure slash. Because I've somehow turned into a history geek over this semester, and illicit sex always improves history. It's why I love the Romans. And Shakespeare and Marlowe. And the American Civil War. Really, what period of history doesn't have a good bit of potential gay sex scandals?

Also, if I even mentions something about writing National Treasure fic about them searching for Atlantis or the Fountain of Youth or something, just know that you will have forever lost me to the research. And if it somehow crosses over with SGA, just know that the internet has eaten my soul)

ETA: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, fathomlesssky! I HAD TO COME BACK TO SAY I LOOOVE YOU BEFORE I'M TRAPPED BETWEEN THE PAGES OF MY ANATOMY TEXT YET AGAIN!

An extremely long list!

1. I just commented on the bitchy two-year-old post about NaNoWriMo at Wet Asphalt. And after reading around their extremely pretentious literary blog, I really fail to see how someone who seems to love books merely for the purpose of comparing them to Moby Dick and, perhaps, crushing the hopes and dreams of young artists, thinks they have any position to comment on someone else's endeavours. NaNoWriMo makes messy, lovely, often horrible prose, but it makes prose. Someone call me when Eric Rosenfield publishes anything worth reading.

 

( cut for many things that even I don't really care about, and a bit about how Noah Wyle is the geek of my dreams )

Evidently, I am too lazy to flock my entries. Which really says something.