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Oct. 21st, 2004 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lissa_quonMeh, the muse has made me skip out on all my homework except for the REALLY urgent assignments.
hmm, that means that this Sunday will find me rapidly outlining my psych paper and hopefully learning to spell 'schizophrenic' correctly. The whole mess is due the 2nd of November
Monday and Tuesday will have me in the college math lab trying to figure out how to finish up my homework packet and test review, due on the 29th
and between now and Wednesday I'll be scribbling whatever the hell they say about Rasputin in Nicholas and Alexandra on an index card and calling that my research for my paper.
In other news;
I get to be dragged to see the Grudge tomorrow night. Considering I'm quite easily spooked by anything I find the concept of going to see this movie a bad idea. And I'm not ashamed at all about it, not in the least. I'm also having a friend spend the night and hang out with me to prevent me from freaking out horribly in the night.
I haven't had a friend over in so long that I'm inclined to make an event out of it. Which frightens me abit since this seems to go hand in hand with styling each others hair, giggling and talking about boys.*
I'm both attracted and repelled by this concept. I'm blaming this on my lack of girl hood in my younger years. It also reminds me of the fact that I'm nursing the first crush I've had in four years.**
All this seems to point at a pre teen lifestyle, which I never had even when I was a preteen. I'm trying to figure out whether this is my repressed inner teeny bopper biting me in the ass or my hormones decideing to make up for a lack luster adolescence.
Whatever this means it does not bode well for the future. I refuse to become some giggly mass of hormones scribbling hearts in the margin of my homework. I will kill myself first.
* Though I don't see that happening, what I really see is a lot of caffeine being consumed and us muttering insults while we play Puzzle Fighter Turbo half consciously for hours.
** a crush on a person I know, this category has little to do with my undying love for Johnny Depp, the singer for Ours, Terry McGinnis, D, Alucard, random hot anime man, etc.
hmm, that means that this Sunday will find me rapidly outlining my psych paper and hopefully learning to spell 'schizophrenic' correctly. The whole mess is due the 2nd of November
Monday and Tuesday will have me in the college math lab trying to figure out how to finish up my homework packet and test review, due on the 29th
and between now and Wednesday I'll be scribbling whatever the hell they say about Rasputin in Nicholas and Alexandra on an index card and calling that my research for my paper.
In other news;
I get to be dragged to see the Grudge tomorrow night. Considering I'm quite easily spooked by anything I find the concept of going to see this movie a bad idea. And I'm not ashamed at all about it, not in the least. I'm also having a friend spend the night and hang out with me to prevent me from freaking out horribly in the night.
I haven't had a friend over in so long that I'm inclined to make an event out of it. Which frightens me abit since this seems to go hand in hand with styling each others hair, giggling and talking about boys.*
I'm both attracted and repelled by this concept. I'm blaming this on my lack of girl hood in my younger years. It also reminds me of the fact that I'm nursing the first crush I've had in four years.**
All this seems to point at a pre teen lifestyle, which I never had even when I was a preteen. I'm trying to figure out whether this is my repressed inner teeny bopper biting me in the ass or my hormones decideing to make up for a lack luster adolescence.
Whatever this means it does not bode well for the future. I refuse to become some giggly mass of hormones scribbling hearts in the margin of my homework. I will kill myself first.
* Though I don't see that happening, what I really see is a lot of caffeine being consumed and us muttering insults while we play Puzzle Fighter Turbo half consciously for hours.
** a crush on a person I know, this category has little to do with my undying love for Johnny Depp, the singer for Ours, Terry McGinnis, D, Alucard, random hot anime man, etc.
