*aggravated sigh*

*THUDTHUDTHUD*

It is T-minus 5 hours until my Final and I am taking a break. Why? Because I damn well feel like it that's why. It doesn't matter that I've studied for about half an hour. I'm in quite a temper today... all the study carrels upstairs were taken so now I'm in the Pit. And, damnnation, if I didn't happen to choose the carrel next to the guy who laughs at me when I walk by because my bag squeaks.

>___<;;

And then when I opened my Coke for some much needed caffeine, it exploded. Yes, dears, it was shaken up. So it spilled all over the floor and my hands (I'm lucky I was fast or it would have drenched my books and notes). I washed my hands but I still feel sticky.

Huh... Mr. I-Can-Laugh-At-Strangers-Because-I'm-A-Jerk went away. Yay!

And it's cold and windy and wet outside. I *so* don't want to take this Final. I think I'm going to give up and just write this off as one of the classes I'm going to be amazingly average in. Hell, with the (evil!evil!) Curve, I'm probably going to end up getting a 'C' anyway.

Time to make my eyes bleed some more.

Note to self: Name next ulcer after Civil Procedure professor.

/whine

Heh... I'm getting productive...

Here's my second snogfic... Stowaways.

I really like this one alot, even though I had to butcher it to get it within the words limits. >_< Still, despite how happy and light-hearted it seems, there's that undercurrent of darkness, and if you know what happens to Solo in Duo's Episode Zero, well... the fic just takes on a whole new light.

My god... I just did a brief literary interpretation of my fic. Now I know I'm tired. It's worse than when I start talking like the judges on Iron Chef.