ug!

Death!
Okay, so, so, so...I have been able to fix the time on each post I make because I'm an hour ahead of actual blogger time and it's really annoying but I could do it at least up until this morning at which point I couldn't and it pissed me off but I figured that maybe the 'net at school was fucked up so I tried to do it at home and it didn't work and killkilldiediesmashsmash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*takes deep breath*
Okay. I'm done.

Currently 7:44.

class

Doooooom on spreadsheets!
...ahem.

So. My class? Let's see.
There's:
Guy Beside Me who is an utter slacker, probably going to fail this class, doing spreadsheets at the same time I am, quite funny and actually talks to me like a human being.

Ex?-stalker: ...*whimper* Make him go awaaaaaay.

V's brother: ...who doesn't talk to me in this class, but aside from that is a nice guy.

Smart Guy With A Lisp sits on the other side of me, always helps me with computer problems, and is really annoyed with the girl beside him who is desperately flirting with him.

And then there's the gaggle of girls who giggle, talk about things that I could care less about, and only talk to me because I let them play with the dog. They all kind of blend together into one big line up of clones.

Honestly, the class could be a lot worse. It could, for instance, be my math class. If I had to deal with those people twice a day I'd go on a murderous rampage, then jump out a window.

Listening to Bryan Adams.

Ug.
So, due to power outages, the network was down for the first half of class. Actually, a bit over the first half. I did math, drank coffee and listened to Tori Amos.
And then I did my C++ theory final. 71%. I suck.
And then I flitted over to ff.net, to see if I'd gotten any reviews on my latest NCIS fic. Two since when I posted it at like, midnight-thirty last night! Again, I was forced to restrain my manic grinning whilst being in the lab. And the guy beside me who wouldn't ask for help with C++? He's nice. Still, though, mrrgghh.

...the end!

waitress

My ex(?)-stalker
is in this class
with me.

He's a scarey
scarey little child
and I don't
like him.

All of my stories this morning, anything I try to write is devolving into the sort of stamping feet, name calling, screaming conflict that one sees in Jr. High. Except that I'm writing about mature adults, so that doesn't work, so much. I really wish the words would come to me. I'm writing a seduction piece in one window that I've got all planned out in my head. The other window has a thriller/action/adventure that I've been working on all of this week, and that, so far, has come rather well. Today, I'm just writing conflict, and then errasing it. My characters are acting irrationally, without thought on my part or theirs. Nothing's coming together. All the words sound forced and ake and they're bringing me back to a time about four years ago when every sentence had to have the same structure, and everyone either 'said, screamed or muttered' and everything was 'hard, soft, flat or rough' and second person writing wasn't even a thought in my mind and run on sentences like this would have made me run screaming in fear. That's all I wrote, back then. Conflict of the Jr. High variety. That is why my novel's not being finished, ever. I look back, and my characters have grown up about sixteen years in the course of five chapters, and then I realize that that's because I started the thing in February of 2002 and now it's 2005, almost 2006 and I've grown a lot, too. My characters need some stability. They can't resolve everything by having temper tantrumes and sneering and yelling and brandishing guns at anything that moves. Such offenses as stealing a shuttle aren't forgiven without a second thought, and anti-terrorist organizations don't go eighty years without being detected on a space station that's only been in orbit for a hundred. It. just. doesn't. work.

And Greg he writes letters
And burns his CDs
They say you were something
In those formitive years.

Well hold on to nothing
As fast as you can
Still
Pretty good year.

(Tori Amos, Pretty Good Year)

ahem

Idiots in this class are ...idioting at me. Make them go away. I'm sick of people wanting to pet the dog. The sad thing? The guy beside me who's doing absolutely no work and should, for all intents and perposes be making me ready to rip out my own eyeballs, is actually rather amusing and I much prefere him to the giggly stupid girls. ...much.

Anywauy!
...NCIS/LOST!!!

happy phantom

A seventeen-year-old boy died
Over the weekend.

He went to my school
But I didn't know him
Had never even heard his name
Mentioned in conversation.

He died senselessly
For no good reason other than
The people
He was haning out with
Were
Drunk.

Note to self
Listening to Tori's remake of
'I Don't Like Monedays'
Is bad.

And on a lighter note
Kate/Sawyer/Jack.
...Kcatt?

Bliss

I could, theoretically
grituitusly quote Tori Amos
right now.

I will not
To save your brains
Which you hold so very much
In a very high favour.

And maybe if I let it
This song will get out of my head
And let me
Sleep.

I doubt it.

oh dear Lord...

Ok, so, there's these two people beside me. Right beside me.
And they just started C++ this morning. I *whispers* don't think they get it!!!!
Like, fuck!

Anyway. So, I'm sitting *right* beside them, right?
And Mr. C specifically told them to ask me about any issues they might have, because I've done this before. They...aren't, so much. And now they're asking him...

Yeah. Gods forbid they get 'blindy desease'.
...they didn't save the file before they tried to run it. Oh. My God.

Ok, I'm done.

I finally got
my nice keyboard back
from the depths of
God knows where
in the lab.

And people can stop talking in British accents
Any time now.

hehe

Oh. my God.
Autosummarizing stories in Word is amazing. I need to find more things to do this to.
hehehehehe

And yes, I have done some work today. But seriously, I'm putting off the one-handed typing for as long as humanly possible. It sucks. And I don't know if I'll have time to study for C++ this week due to my social exam today, science exam tomorrow and math exam on Thursday. *yawns*

The soundtrack this morning is 'Garbage, ~ Cup Of Coffee'.
I was listening to Bryan Adams earlier.

non-productivity

If anyone wants to give me info on William Lyon Mackenzie King and his political career, I’d love you forever and such things.

This period…has not been productive. Like, at all. Aside from my fourteen pages of notes, but I still need to read those, and put them into something I can use for a speech…to…do…something. *trails off*

victory is mine!

...except not, because it's not normal to snort with laughter in the middle of the computer lab over the fact that I got *two* reviews this morning, that I just read! Fear me!
*bounces*
She said she knew what my books did not
I thought she knew
What's up.

Now, how to tell this girl that I *am* a Gibbs/Abby shipper, but I was just feeling a little depressive the night I wrote that...*trails off*

OOO! And the way are talking and telling the entire room about how I burned this kid I don't even know a few minutes ago! Yes, yes. Life is good. ...and now I'm going to stop smirking demonically, because I'm pretty sure it doesn't look normal.

Hey
They found a body
Not sure that it's his still they're using his name.
And she
gave him shelter
And somewhere I know she knows
Somewhere I knows she knows
Somethings, only she knows...

boredness

Ok, so, the boredom of this new module I’m doing? It’s eating my soul.

…yeah, that‘s all

…heh, I’m good. The teacher just came over. He turned on my screen. He thought I was working because…well, until about five minutes ago, I was. I’ve settled on talking to other people now. Even if they do scare me.
They say I’m funny because I can’t control my sarcasm. Mwha


Currently listening to Tori Amos, God.
Because you all needed to know that.

Yay!

/*Chapter three, excersise nine
Name, 11/03/05*/

#include iostream.h

int main()
{
int change;
cout <<"enter amount of change:";
cin >> change;
int quarters = (change/25);
int dimes = ((change%25)/10);
int nickles = (((change%25)%10)/5);
int pennies = ((((change%25)%10)%5)/1);
cout << "change:" << endl;
cout << "quarters:" << quarters << endl;
cout <<"dimes:" << dimes << endl;
cout <<"nickles:" << nickles << endl;
cout <<"pennies:" << pennies << endl;
return(0);
}

Now I just have to do the test tomorrow...or Monday, depending on my lazyness level tonight when it comes to studying. Yay!

zzz

C++ is eating my brain. Seriously. little << signs are dancing in front of my eyeballs.
Apparently, our school's internet is so slow because we're not on the 'supernet', which is apparently the new internet network for our school district. Therefor, the old one is slowly shutting down...and we're the last school to get transfered! Yay!

Didn't sleep all that much last night. And I'm not even that highly caffeinated. *sigh*

Working on NCIS fic, now. Because coding ate the remainder of my brain and I really don't want to go to science.