sit down son

So yesterday was quite literally the Day From Hell.

First off, I only got MAYBE 3 hours of sleep. Which is still more than Carie did because she was still up when I left. I left at 7 am to go take my german final and hauled my Life in a Bag with me [aka, the laptop] because I hadn't FINISHED MY PAPER STILL. Which is what happens when you change topics like, three times. *SIGH*

So I took the german final and it wasn't too bad and then hauled my sorry carcass to the library where I grabbed what I've dubbed as My Chair and sat down o get to work. I was barely functioning in English at all, but I persevered and by 11:30 had something somewhat presentable. As such, I allowed myself to get up, leave and finally make a run to the Little Girl's Room. You have no idea how awesome of an incentive that is to finish something. Because if I wanted to BREAK to do it, I'd have had to haul my Life in a Bag with me and PROBABLY would have lost My Chair [it's in a corner right next to a plug so I'm out of the way, can stash my bags by the Card Catalogue and PLUG IN all at once].

So then I went to the IT building because I needed Blue Books and to print because I think every single library computer was occupied. Did that. Also bought a Red Bull and a rice crispy treat because I was starving and falling asleep. And then I went to my second final.

I have never taken a more excruciatingly painful final in my LIFE. It was for Pre-Norman lit. It was nine pages of short answer, discussion and translation and a giant essay that had to utilize at least five of the works we covered this term. FIVE. I'm used to TWO. maybe THREE. But a coherent thesis and FIVE WORKS plus having a PAPER DUE and all that OTHER STUFF? Oh my god he was the devil incarnate for that.

The only upshot is that he gave us t-shirts. The NEORXNAWANG shirts exist. Woot woot.

Came home. Drank a beer. Ate pizza. Collapsed. Am still slightly braindead and have to go say intelligent things about modern poetry innnnn an hour and a half.

Man, finals.

OH AND ON TOP OF IT ALL. When I walked out the door yesterday morning at 7 am it was 70 degrees.

When I woke back up and went outside last night, it was 40 degrees.

WTF GEORGIA.

So like, everyone apparently decided to sleep tonight. What's up with that? Jerks. Hahahaha I need someone to entertain me in my insomnia pls! No one? Lame.

But yeah. Exams are alllllmost over. Which is why I'm awake. I'm working on one right now. Online. Fun stuff. Oh, LitRev, how I have despised your onlineness because I lack focus etc & etc. But I do like that I don't have to go sit down and take a final at 3 tomorrow like I thought I was going to.

And speaking of finals. I had a long moment of sheer terror today.

I looked up my exam schedual at the beginning of the week. I had believed my Enviro Geology exam to be today, er, yesterday, at 10 am.

Apparently this was not so. I was at the lecture hall at 5 til 10 and recognized no one. I know several people in the class pretty well. This was not good. When the prof showed up it became abudnantly clear that this was not my final. So I did the logical thing and ran to the nearest computer and pulled up the exam schedual and figured out that my final was Wednesday at 10 am not Thursday. Yeeeaaaah. NOT. GOOD. I have no idea why I read it wrong and continued in my incorrect belief all week, but that is exactly what happened.

So I bolted to my prof's office, knocked on the door praying he was there because I am SO not above begging. And he was. And he was very, very nice and there were other people taking the exam and he let me sit down and take it too. Especially since I did well on the other tests. And he might be one of my favorite people in the world right now because OMFG TERROR. It took a good ten minutes while I was sitting there taking the final for my hands to stop shaking because I had been so distressed at the fact that I had missed a final.

But it's okay. Because I got to take it. And I have learned to be EXTRAORDINARILY CAREFUL WHEN READING SCHEDUALS AND DOUBLE AND TRIPLE CHECK AND OMFG NEVER AGAIN.

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Di has put it into my head to write ByaUraGin. I might do it too. I like Gin, like, a ridiculous amount.

And playing him on brawl is probably one of the best things ever.

Oh, oh, lookit me destroying anything resembling being sekrit about that. Whee. I was kinda TELLING anyone who wanted to know so yeah. Gin is my new brawl baby and I love him so =P

Edit: And yeah, that means I probably play the two worst typers in brawl. Whee.