My life, currently, is, um, rather intense. I will be working through the next couple of weekends, and have decided that people, in general, are set upon this earth to cause me problems. Through much thoughts I have decided that for the next month I shall cope by being in a constant zen-like state, that, or I'm going to have to drug myself into calmness. I'd making preparations for the former as the latter always make feel kind of crap.

Doctor Who - I am so excited about this weekend's episode. Season finale, and it is going to be awesome, I can feel it.

spn_j2_bigbang, or SPN fics in general.

Alcohol, which I'm giving up because it is not a good way to destress.

Nearly a full bottle of red wine, youtube and chocolate – I’m almost feeling human.

Also, Orlando Bloom is starting to look appealing. I blame the alcohol. I cannot believe he's 30, I mean 30. Gods, I wish I'll look that good when I'm 30. Oh, who am I kidding, I never looked that good to begin with.

In addition, Slam Dunk - amei, years ago you tried explaining Inoue Takehiko's style to me; the way that he drew movement, how he manages to convey fluidity on paper. At the time I was not impressed, I am VERY VERY VERY impressed now. OMFG! Yes, have read all of Slam Dunk, it is an awesome series. However, as I managed to mainline all of 30+ volumes of it within 2 days awhile back everything is a bit blurred.

Now I go to drink some wine and do some more work.

ETA: Orlando Bloom: It's like a lightsaber, but on fire, you know?

There is no new Supernatural this week. >_<. I thought there was going to be a new episode, I got all happy and excited, and now - bitter disappointment.

Feeling blah and highly unmotivated. I'm glad for the job and money (and seriously, I'm getting paid pretty well - believe I'm making a difference by doing my job and love the people I work with). I just - I just feel as if I'm grinding, as if I'm adrift with no direction. Mind you, the current bout of insomnia is probably messing with me.

It is March. Where has the time gone to?

You think getting more than 6 hours of sleep would make me feel better than I have been, but no, instead I feel like road-kill. Coffee have stopped working – this causes me much sadness and pain. The sense of fatigue has pretty much left me incapable of higher brain-functions. I can't even re-watch of SPN as I keep on falling asleep while watching it. This is wrong especially when there is hot Cassie/Dean action on the screen. Also, half-dozing with IMTOD as background track is a sure way to have some truly bizarre dreams – I think I prefer the suit-wearing reaper over the girl.

Plan for the weekend – get the rest of Grey's Anatomy, from somewhere. I mainlined season 1 and half of season 2 of the series before getting derailed by RL. Lately I have been getting this urge to cry buckets load and to have my my heart ripped out and shredded in tiny pieces, and of course I naturally thought of GA. OK, the fact that I stumbled across a few clips of the series on youtube that me CRY may possibly got me interested in the series again. Beside I'll finally get the chance to see why 90% of the women who watches the show ends up in love with JDM.

ETA: Friending thing - I have come to the realisation that I have pretty much drifted in my fan-ish interest in the past four months or so. If you want - remove me from your f-list, I swear I won't take offence at it. I know that people often feel strange and awkward about de-friending, but seriously it is no biggie especially when what I say no longer holds interest any more.

Today felt as if I was trying to dig my way out of a cave-in, with a straw. Too much grief for me to list, let's just say my brain died on me, my shoe betrayed me, and the concept of déjà vu can go and fuck itself. The only saving grace - the boyfriend, whom I love muchly, and I found out that my blood is B positive. I sleep now.

ETA: I AM WEAK AND STUPID! SUPERNATURAL FINALE SPOILERS! OMFG! I AM A COMPULSIVE MOUSE CLICKER! OMFG! I AM LEAVING THE INTERNET BEFORE I CLICK ON SOMETHING ELSE THAT WILL BE HAZARDOUS TO MY HEALTH, OR GET INTO TROUBLE FOR MY ABUSE THE CAPS-LOCK KEY THAT I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP USING.

Just saw the director's cut for this week's Supernatural. OMFG! AHAHAHAHA! ( spoilers ).

Why isn't it Friday yet?

Things to note - walking while pushing a baby stroller is harder than it looks. After days of needling I have been talked into jogging with work colleagues (yes, the same people who talked me into donating blood). This will only lead to much tears and embarrassment on my part, but all in the name of being fit and healthy! I will rue the day I agreed, I just know it.

I am beyond stressed, yet still beneath the zen level of the brain dead, this is bad because I really need the fucking zen.

Things that really did not need to go wrong has exploded in my face in its sheer bad timing, this sucks, this sucks so much. Contemplating some headdesk actions till I'm unconscious.

I have come to the realisation that my life, in comparison to some, is so very boring. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that I should write about my none-existent adventures as a ninja!Pirate. However, my guy-friends has completely screwed up that plan by making stupid comments about pirates = fagottry, and while I like the ghei I can't help but think that ninja!Pirates should not be fagots so much as ghei. Yes, there is a damn difference; one has sparkles the other doesn’t (there are other differences, but it is hard to get beyond sparkles at the present time, later).

Anyways, ignoring the whole pirates = fagottry, if I was to write about my imaginary journeys I must write as a male!Ninja!!Pirate! And that’s kind of difficult; especially now, as I’m feeling very woman-ish. So, perhaps I should leave this for another day.

I may possibly be stressed.

Obviously the honeymoon period is over.

I FUCKING HATE the people I work with.

The end.

Still alive.

I really dislike hormones. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, and stabbity stab.

Many things have happened in the past week or so, but the only thing that really stands out (fandom wise) is having lunch with perseid. During the extensive lunch we talked about fiction, feminist texts, television, Japanese variety shows (there was, at the least, a 20 mins conversation about The Amazing Dork that is Gackt), plagiarism in fandom, and the joy of crossover fanfiction. Which actually means me telling perseid about the Naruto-Stargate crossover fanfiction that I want to read but cannot find anywhere, yet! There was some initial, mm, reservation about the idea, but I managed to persuade her with my wonderful plot! It –would- work, honest.

On the RL front; have a presentation in the morning and a 3-hour lab test immediately after, of which I haven’t studied much for. Two hours of studying is not enough, but as it is, it is time to bite the bullet and hope I can figure out what I need to do in three hours *crosses fingers and touch wood*.

... Well, it is about to become do-or-die in an hour or so. Need to get above 50% in this exam. Normally I would have no problems with scoring above 50% in any exam, however, this is the unit where I failed the mid-semester even though I swear I did fine in the bloody test.

*eats own liver*

Overall my performance for this academic semester has been kind of shitty. Therefore, in the next 4 days (by Saturday evening) I need to finish studying for one of my unit. This means that I need to read the chapters, the lecture notes and do the entire tutorial and suggested questions noted down in the unit outline. The way I figure is that if I write it down, and do an update on my progress on a semi-public forum I’d, you know, actually keep to the deadline. *Headdesk*

ETA: Well, one of my exams has been shifted to Monday monday instead of Wed evening. Hmm.

Feel as if I'm gnawing on my own liver.

There was Uni work today, but otherwise re-read bits of Eyeshield 21 (match against the NASA Aliens.) Will blog about it when I can actually form some sort of coherent thought beyond ‘Hiruma is COOL!’ or 'Sena as Eyeshield is AWESOME!' and you know, the feeling of gnawing on my own liver.

Well, there’s nothing like being accused of plagiarism by your unit coordinator and the imminent end of your course. Don't ever want to go through the whole thing again.

It is all over now; the whole thing wasn't considered to be plagiarism but rather a combination of; one mistake, the tutor’s ability to google but inability to google the right reference you stated, and one of your group members fucking up and providing the wrong reference.

I am tired and very sick of group work for my units. But mostly I'm tired and in need of massive amount of beer, and the boyfriend.

Do you ever get the feeling that you are writing crap and you CAN'T stop!

I'm on 44 pages of crap at the moment, once I get through the editing process and add the references I'm going to go and knock myself unconscious because the caffeine in my system presently can probably charge a third world nation, and I've been told mixing pain killers, alcohol and caffeine together is bad.

Bastards.

No full stops for about 4 lines, I am a disappointment to my Psychology tutors.
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I am so stupid; yesterday was Saturday and I spent most of it studying and sitting through 2 exams. Instead of doing the smart thing after taking the two exams; move onto my 15-page report I instead went off to colour and re-read JoJo and then continued by reading much Mpreg fanfiction (not of JoJo because that's kind of wrong and I really don't want to think about it till I'm half way through my 5th beer.) In any case, back to the stupid factor; instead of only just worrying about the 10-page report I now need to complete up to 25+ pages of report by tomorrow 8:30AM. On the upside; FUN! On the downside; imminent death.
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There need to be more JoJo fanfiction. Someone need to write post part 3 fanfiction about Jotaro going back to Japan and informing ( ”spoilers” ), and about Jotaro’s choice of doing his thesis on STAR FISH! This still make me snicker, oh gods, Araki-sensei, why STAR FISH?! (I suspect it is something retarded like; it had to be a star fish because of its SHAPE!) BTW: when I say there need to be more fanfiction, what I really mean is that petronia should be slaving away in front of her computer fulfilling my JoJo needs XP.

Joseph in part 4 makes me highly uncomfortable (more like a bunch of highly mixed signals in my brain that refuses to get unmixed). It is entirely a personal thing.

My brain has dead a stunningly painful death, which is bad because if I fail one more mid-semester I am going to write this whole damn semester off. On the other hand I am still finding time colouring big-assed manga images of JoJo part 2. I have mad love for Caesar and Joseph, and it just seems to be getting worse as time goes by. Sometime in the next week I shall be uploading much coloured JoJo images for people to use because the JoJo love need to be spread (like an highly infectious disease or is that virus… what is the difference anyway?).

Things that need to be invented ASAP.

Direct IV-drip of stimulant that allows the human brain to concentrate for more than 45 mins stretch.

A dimension of nothingness except for TEXT BOOKS and PENS. Distractions are bad!

A World Government System that PROVIDE FREE education where your life is not dictated by money. Failing that, the first Matrix, where it was the UTOPIAN dream will do.

Little head phones that send electric shocks to one's brain everytime one needs to rest or loses focus.

Oh gods, I need to focus.

In the mean time; I made new layout for my journal, and have painstaking coloured one picture of Joseph and Caesar and is in the process of making it into a nice wallpaper. Oh dear lords I need those inventions ASAP.
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I think my hormones are trying to kill me.

On the upside; talked to perseid, saw the boydfriend (dearly needed), and have hard copies of Barrayar and Memory in hand.

However.

Attempting to get into honours for Accounting or Finance is killing me.

Fandom continues to fly by (except the whole Saiyuki thing) while I attempt to type up four pages of auditing tutorial-answers (I had forgotten how single space operate in a piece of academic work.)
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RL eats babies.

Lj continues to mock me by showing me error messages 93.13% of the time (I counted.)

There's about 50kb worth of fandom-ish essays on my hard drive that will never see the lights of day because I'm too lazy to finish writing them, or give them the much needed overhaul.

I need more crack in my fandom.