Ten Little Chances to be Free (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-05-21 03:27 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-05-21 03:27 pm
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eviltwin737, I bring you...
A day in the life of yours truly.
3:25 AM: Wake up from a dream about circus performers. Force self to get dressed under vague dream rationale that "the show must go on."
3:28: Look at the clock, realize it's three-thirty in the fucking morning. Curse, roll back into bed without bothering to change out of clothes, immediately go back to sleep.
5:53: Wake up, squint at alarm clock. Curse again. Attempt to get seven more minutes of sleep.
6:00: Alarm goes off. Stagger out of bed, turn alarm off, crawl back into bed.
6:10: Realize I'd better get my ass downstairs, reluctantly abandon nice warm covers, kick shoes on and stumble downstairs to the computer.
6:12: Check friendslist. Realize once again that I am a LiveJournal whore. Shrug, accept it, and go on HarryPotterRealm. Think vaguely about sex.
6:34: Tear self away from all the pictures of Rammstein on flist and go to the bus stop.
6:42: For once, the bus is on time instead of six minutes early, and I don't have to chase it to catch up. Thwack CD player while on bus route because my Phantom CD is skipping. Continue to think of sex.
6:53: Arrive at school. Due to my bus's annoying earliness, I now have half an hour to kill until school starts and seven minutes until the library opens. Reach end of CD, curl up outside library doors, and hope no one in the vicinity realizes I am thinking of sex.
7:00: Library opens. Grab a copy of Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park and begin to read.
7:17: Bell. Check out the book despite librarian's warnings that everything's due June first. Now that it's no longer occupied by dinosaurs, brain begins to drift back to sex.
7:22: First period. Java programming. Check email, message boards, f_w, news sites, alternate journals since the school filter blocks LJ, etc, and intermittently (read: whenever the teacher's staring over my shoulder) work on the design specs for the final project. Worry vaguely about the project that was due yesterday that I'm only halfway done with and have been working on for months.
8:10: Bell. Still not fully awake. Stagger like a zombie through the halls and shoot dirty looks at the room that used to have German class and is now a Spanish classroom.
8:15: Second-period Russian. As usual, after roll call the teacher lets us go off and do whatever the jackshit we want.
8:20: Realize I have a heaping pile of late work and get my nose to the grindstone. Sneak headphones on and listen to KMFDM while I work. Think once more of sex, and don't really get much done.
9:03: Second period ends and I'm halfway through. Resolve to turn the rest of it in at lunch and wander off to government class.
9:08: Psycho gov teacher yells at me and threatens to confiscate both my headphones and my book. Stare into space as he starts to ramble about the public policy work that I've already finished.
9:15: Suddenly come to the realization that I'm not staring into space at all, but at some girl's tits. Begin to draw on the desk to distract myself.
9:17: Psycho gov teacher yells at me for drawing on the desk. Resume staring at Girl X's chest.
9:20: Covertly work on the review sheet for the biology test I really should have studied for last night. Panic because I don't understand stomata at all.
9:45: Psycho gov teacher stops lecturing and lets us do whatever the jackshit we want for the last five minutes of class. Put headphones back on and resume listening to KMFDM.
9:53: Head off to English class. Continue to worry about biology test. Dull edge of panic finally wakes me up fully.
9:58: Substitute for English today. Weep bitterly because all the pretty girls are sitting behind me today so I don't have an excuse to look at them. Continue to work on biology review even though I'm supposed to be answering discussion questions about Lord of the Flies.
10:15: Finish review sheet. Scribble down BS for discussion questions. Read more of Jurassic Park.
10:45: English is over. My doom approacheth in the form of fifth-period biology.
10:50: Get test. Realize stomata are barely on it and the entire thing is painfully easy.
11:10: Am the first in the class to turn in my test, and can now do whatever the jackshit I want for the next half hour.
11:15: Go to the bathroom. Next to all the usual "Stacey sucks" and "Kathleen is a bitch" graffiti, someone has written "Don't hate, masturbate." Take the advice to heart. (Yes, that's what the TMI warnings are for.)
11:25: Return to class. Read more of Jurassic Park.
11:38: Lunch. Grab a soft pretzel and fruit snacks, and go off in search of a deserted side hallway where I can avoid Those Mean Girls and their football-player cronies.
11:45: Begin to write fic, but suddenly remember the math test seventh period and the fact that I have done ZERO homework and know zip about hyperbolas. Nose, meet grindstone.
12:25: Lunch is over. Groan loudly and drag self off to chorus.
12:30: Endure ten minutes of the director talking about concert choir auditions and our festival of the arts performance last Wednesday. Still have x2s and y2s dancing in my head.
12:40: Director tells us that since we have no more performances for the rest of the year except a small informal show on Monday, we have a study period and can do whatever the jackshit we want. Snatch up notebook and return to algebra.
1:00: Finally understand hyperbolas and start doing the systems of equations problems, but keep getting nonreal answers. Throw notebook down in disgust and stare at the pretty girls in the second soprano section.
1:18: Chorus over. Stop on the third floor to get a drink before math test.
1:20: Arrive at math classroom. Apparently the test isn't till next week. D'oh!!
1:25: Since I am now the Zen Master of Conic Sections and have done most of the homework, tune the teacher out and think of sex.
1:30: Resume reading Jurassic Park.
2:10: School's out! Put headphones back on and listen to Phantom of the Opera in German on the way out.
2:30: Arrive home. Grab a snack, get on the internet, and check friends list. Reflect, yet again, that I am a LiveJournal whore. Browse through back entries of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
the6 for a good smut fix.
3:00: Play minesweeper.
3:10: Play solitaire.
3:25: Go back for another snack and read Jurassic Park while eating.
4:00: Begin writing this list.
4:25: Done.
Note that this day was slightly unusual in that aside from Russian class, none of my teachers ever let us do whatever the jackshit we want. It was actually kind of nice.
eviltwin737, I bring you...A day in the life of yours truly.
3:25 AM: Wake up from a dream about circus performers. Force self to get dressed under vague dream rationale that "the show must go on."
3:28: Look at the clock, realize it's three-thirty in the fucking morning. Curse, roll back into bed without bothering to change out of clothes, immediately go back to sleep.
5:53: Wake up, squint at alarm clock. Curse again. Attempt to get seven more minutes of sleep.
6:00: Alarm goes off. Stagger out of bed, turn alarm off, crawl back into bed.
6:10: Realize I'd better get my ass downstairs, reluctantly abandon nice warm covers, kick shoes on and stumble downstairs to the computer.
6:12: Check friendslist. Realize once again that I am a LiveJournal whore. Shrug, accept it, and go on HarryPotterRealm. Think vaguely about sex.
6:34: Tear self away from all the pictures of Rammstein on flist and go to the bus stop.
6:42: For once, the bus is on time instead of six minutes early, and I don't have to chase it to catch up. Thwack CD player while on bus route because my Phantom CD is skipping. Continue to think of sex.
6:53: Arrive at school. Due to my bus's annoying earliness, I now have half an hour to kill until school starts and seven minutes until the library opens. Reach end of CD, curl up outside library doors, and hope no one in the vicinity realizes I am thinking of sex.
7:00: Library opens. Grab a copy of Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park and begin to read.
7:17: Bell. Check out the book despite librarian's warnings that everything's due June first. Now that it's no longer occupied by dinosaurs, brain begins to drift back to sex.
7:22: First period. Java programming. Check email, message boards, f_w, news sites, alternate journals since the school filter blocks LJ, etc, and intermittently (read: whenever the teacher's staring over my shoulder) work on the design specs for the final project. Worry vaguely about the project that was due yesterday that I'm only halfway done with and have been working on for months.
8:10: Bell. Still not fully awake. Stagger like a zombie through the halls and shoot dirty looks at the room that used to have German class and is now a Spanish classroom.
8:15: Second-period Russian. As usual, after roll call the teacher lets us go off and do whatever the jackshit we want.
8:20: Realize I have a heaping pile of late work and get my nose to the grindstone. Sneak headphones on and listen to KMFDM while I work. Think once more of sex, and don't really get much done.
9:03: Second period ends and I'm halfway through. Resolve to turn the rest of it in at lunch and wander off to government class.
9:08: Psycho gov teacher yells at me and threatens to confiscate both my headphones and my book. Stare into space as he starts to ramble about the public policy work that I've already finished.
9:15: Suddenly come to the realization that I'm not staring into space at all, but at some girl's tits. Begin to draw on the desk to distract myself.
9:17: Psycho gov teacher yells at me for drawing on the desk. Resume staring at Girl X's chest.
9:20: Covertly work on the review sheet for the biology test I really should have studied for last night. Panic because I don't understand stomata at all.
9:45: Psycho gov teacher stops lecturing and lets us do whatever the jackshit we want for the last five minutes of class. Put headphones back on and resume listening to KMFDM.
9:53: Head off to English class. Continue to worry about biology test. Dull edge of panic finally wakes me up fully.
9:58: Substitute for English today. Weep bitterly because all the pretty girls are sitting behind me today so I don't have an excuse to look at them. Continue to work on biology review even though I'm supposed to be answering discussion questions about Lord of the Flies.
10:15: Finish review sheet. Scribble down BS for discussion questions. Read more of Jurassic Park.
10:45: English is over. My doom approacheth in the form of fifth-period biology.
10:50: Get test. Realize stomata are barely on it and the entire thing is painfully easy.
11:10: Am the first in the class to turn in my test, and can now do whatever the jackshit I want for the next half hour.
11:15: Go to the bathroom. Next to all the usual "Stacey sucks" and "Kathleen is a bitch" graffiti, someone has written "Don't hate, masturbate." Take the advice to heart. (Yes, that's what the TMI warnings are for.)
11:25: Return to class. Read more of Jurassic Park.
11:38: Lunch. Grab a soft pretzel and fruit snacks, and go off in search of a deserted side hallway where I can avoid Those Mean Girls and their football-player cronies.
11:45: Begin to write fic, but suddenly remember the math test seventh period and the fact that I have done ZERO homework and know zip about hyperbolas. Nose, meet grindstone.
12:25: Lunch is over. Groan loudly and drag self off to chorus.
12:30: Endure ten minutes of the director talking about concert choir auditions and our festival of the arts performance last Wednesday. Still have x2s and y2s dancing in my head.
12:40: Director tells us that since we have no more performances for the rest of the year except a small informal show on Monday, we have a study period and can do whatever the jackshit we want. Snatch up notebook and return to algebra.
1:00: Finally understand hyperbolas and start doing the systems of equations problems, but keep getting nonreal answers. Throw notebook down in disgust and stare at the pretty girls in the second soprano section.
1:18: Chorus over. Stop on the third floor to get a drink before math test.
1:20: Arrive at math classroom. Apparently the test isn't till next week. D'oh!!
1:25: Since I am now the Zen Master of Conic Sections and have done most of the homework, tune the teacher out and think of sex.
1:30: Resume reading Jurassic Park.
2:10: School's out! Put headphones back on and listen to Phantom of the Opera in German on the way out.
2:30: Arrive home. Grab a snack, get on the internet, and check friends list. Reflect, yet again, that I am a LiveJournal whore. Browse through back entries of
the6 for a good smut fix.3:00: Play minesweeper.
3:10: Play solitaire.
3:25: Go back for another snack and read Jurassic Park while eating.
4:00: Begin writing this list.
4:25: Done.
Note that this day was slightly unusual in that aside from Russian class, none of my teachers ever let us do whatever the jackshit we want. It was actually kind of nice.
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(Psst..I think I may be a livejournal whore too...)
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Perhaps we need some sort of LJWA... LJ Whores Anonymous.
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Hi...uh..my name's evil and...I've been on lj for about fourteen months now..and..it's taken over my life
~breaks down amidst a chorus of aaaaws and muted nods~