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Ten Little Chances to be Free ([personal profile] tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-11-05 10:02 pm

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You know you're a dork when you're writing smut in your head for your own amusement and prurient interest and come screeching to a halt in the middle of it to contemplate the symbolic value of the position the characters are in.

And why, one might ask, was I writing smut in my head besides the obvious? Well, I was procrastinating. On what?

1. A five-page essay contrasting Nietzsche and Freud's interpretations of sexuality and aggression, and/or abovementioned authors' take on the commandment to "love thy neighbor" and the general implications it has on their views of love. Still haven't decided, because neither topic is particularly appealing.
2. An Arabic calligraphy project
3. Studying for an Arabic test
4. A ten-minute presentation on Webster and the development of American English
5. Learning the futhermucking recitative from our scene from Marriage of Figaro
6. 233890521 sewing projects
7. A wrist-slittingly angsty Enjolras/Grantaire ficlet

I have to keep reminding myself that only the essay and the Arabic work are due on Monday, but I'm still freaking out because I have no idea what to do about the essay. That and the Enjolras who lives in my head [what?!] doesn't like the premise of the fic at all, and keeps kicking me about it.

Also, I wish my bank weren't closed on weekends. Because I have an ebay auction for a $70 corset ending tomorrow afternoon and only $30 in my account, and I have more than enough money in the form of paychecks but it takes one or two business days for deposits to go through and the bank won't be open until Monday. Bumfuck.

...my laptop keyboard does not allow me to do Alt codes, even with num lock on. WOE.