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Feb. 12th, 2003 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kbkI want to write. I really do.
I had this whole thing when I came out of a talk on enterprise (actual, not Trek) and I'd been wanting to kill the guy for his reliance on buzzwords and then I went to the shop and there were all these people and all I wanted was to get out, get home, and now I am and I'm safe in my room and on my net and I feel better now but... aargh. something. anything. I don't know.
I told girl-in-class that I was mental and she didn't believe me. or, she said (because we'd been shown a chart of degree classifications and I said I was heading for a III, if that, and she said it was only one semester and I said it was ok, I was mental and I had a letter to prove it) "that's a good excuse"
I want to write. I need to write something and I don't know what, and I need to revise a couple of fics in the very near future and... ack. messed up.
what's a girl to do, eh? and I was going to work this afternoon, sort some stuff out, and I just cannot be bothered in the slightest but I really really should even though we've only just started back because I want to get really good grades this semester to prove that last semester's were a fluke (in a bad way) so... *curses profusely* none of this makes any sense, I'm sorry, but my head isn't *working* and... *screams*
I had this whole thing when I came out of a talk on enterprise (actual, not Trek) and I'd been wanting to kill the guy for his reliance on buzzwords and then I went to the shop and there were all these people and all I wanted was to get out, get home, and now I am and I'm safe in my room and on my net and I feel better now but... aargh. something. anything. I don't know.
I told girl-in-class that I was mental and she didn't believe me. or, she said (because we'd been shown a chart of degree classifications and I said I was heading for a III, if that, and she said it was only one semester and I said it was ok, I was mental and I had a letter to prove it) "that's a good excuse"
I want to write. I need to write something and I don't know what, and I need to revise a couple of fics in the very near future and... ack. messed up.
what's a girl to do, eh? and I was going to work this afternoon, sort some stuff out, and I just cannot be bothered in the slightest but I really really should even though we've only just started back because I want to get really good grades this semester to prove that last semester's were a fluke (in a bad way) so... *curses profusely* none of this makes any sense, I'm sorry, but my head isn't *working* and... *screams*
