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09 December 2004 @ 10:16 pm
I can't even touch the books you've read.  
Okay, so somebody needs to make it so that the end of the semester doesn't coincide with the holidays anymore. I don't know who would possibly have that power, but somebody needs to get on it stat. Because, really, there's only so much stress any one Nifra can be asked to withstand all at once.

I mean, okay, sure I can take the deluge of reading and writing that happens at the end of the semester (especially when, *cough* I've maybe not kept up as much as I should have in some of my classes *shame*).

And even seperate from that I can take the fic deadlines, and the present deadlines, and the needing to decide what I want/don't want so I can give that information to my family. (I'm terrible at holidays/birthdays. People say, "So what do you want?" and I say "You know. Stuff." which is weird, but I have a thing about asking for things. I always feel really weird and demanding and imposing, even when my birthday is coming up. I offer no logical explanation, only my neuroses.)

But put the two together, shake well, and serve with garnish, and you have a molotov cocktail of stress. I want no part in it! None! Not a single part in it! Take it away from me! *covers face and falls back onto a divan in a swoon*

Especially because -- yuletide? *laughs really really really hard* It's funny how that's due so soon. And I haven't even *touched* it. Yes, yes, my yuletide fic will be a thing of wonder, my brethren. Only because it will, hopefully, exist.

And that will be a miracle. A real, honest to God, Christmas miracle. "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus," and all that jazz.

Oh, here's another thing: anyone out there besides me deeply scarred by Vol. 2 of The League of Extraordinary Gentleman? That went a way I was definitely not expecting, I'll tell you that.

So, I need to go do work. Mainly all I can manage is a good, heavy duty stare at my work. That's a lot like writing my papers, I feel.

Here's a fun meme, gakked from the one, the only, the musesfool: Next round of drinks is on me. What are you having?
 
 
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: Welcome To The Working Week - Elvis Costello
 
 
 
suzycatsuzycat on December 10th, 2004 03:31 am (UTC)
*nods*

Our academic year ends in October. I think. It does for honours and undergrads, anyway, though if you're doing masters and PhDs you don;t have holidays, I don't think. It's horribly crammed but at least it's over with just in time for the pre-christmas whirl to start.
pure FORESHADOWING: ak/hh unsinkable - crazyperfumenifra_idril on December 11th, 2004 07:49 pm (UTC)
See, horribly crammed I could do. I envy you your pre-christmas whirl freedom. *grins*
Adoable Frunk: lyra back straplyra_sena on December 10th, 2004 03:33 am (UTC)
I'm having a Cosmo, what else, my darlin'?
pure FORESHADOWING: Chloe!nifra_idril on December 11th, 2004 07:49 pm (UTC)
*grins* clearly nothing else.
peeps wanna see peeps boink: drinkingmusesfool on December 10th, 2004 03:42 am (UTC)
Oh, I'll have a vodka tonic. Or that beer we discussed earlier.
pure FORESHADOWING: breathlessnifra_idril on December 11th, 2004 07:49 pm (UTC)
I'm generous; I'll buy you both. *grins and waggles eyebrows*
Dira Sudisdsudis on December 10th, 2004 01:57 pm (UTC)
Just a Canadian, thank you kindly.
pure FORESHADOWING: rayk/fraser psst - tararnifra_idril on December 11th, 2004 07:51 pm (UTC)
Now, I've been scratching my head, and trying to figure this out: is there legitimately a cocktail called a Canadian? And if so, what could possibly be in it!??!?

My confusion leads me to offer you only a Benton Fraser, RCMP. *pushes him at you* I hope that'll do. *grins*
Dira Sudisdsudis on December 12th, 2004 01:59 pm (UTC)
*accepts Fraser cheerfully*

*asks him to twist off the top of my bottle of Molson Canadian*

Qqe2 on December 11th, 2004 01:25 am (UTC)
People say, "So what do you want?" and I say "You know. Stuff." which is weird, but I have a thing about asking for things. I always feel really weird and demanding and imposing, even when my birthday is coming up. I offer no logical explanation, only my neuroses.

YES. And I love presents - both getting and giving - so there is really no reason for this. And yet, the demanding-and-imposing thing? So on board with that.

anyone out there besides me deeply scarred by Vol. 2 of The League of Extraordinary Gentleman? That went a way I was definitely not expecting, I'll tell you that.

Also on board with this. ::shudders:: The way that damned thing is drawn, Quartermaine's essentially a skeleton with skin. Ugh, ugh, ugh. I actually returned it to the bookstore from whence it came, because I didn't want it hanging around with my nice innocent Sandmen and 1602 and Maus and Watchmen.

I am having the bottle of wine I talked myself out of buying on my way home from my second exam-from-hell and now REALLY wish I hadn't listened to myself about.
pure FORESHADOWING: Deathnifra_idril on December 11th, 2004 07:55 pm (UTC)
Ohmygod, the Quartermaine being a skeleton was only the BEGINING of my trauma! But -- Edward Hyde raping the Invisible man to DEATH!!!!!!

*covers face and whimpers for a while*

I can't even -- it's just -- *shrieks and makes flaily motions* it was too much! I though, "Oh, here we go, rollicking good time!" And instead I got "RAPED TO DEATH!!" And the whole thing with the animals and the gypsy woman and Hyde touching her breast and just -- it was all so much about sexuality, but in such a bad, bad, bad way!!!!! *cries more*

Also - wtf, man? Why the Christ did they bleep out the word 'fuck' all the time? That was just -- stupid. It was just fucking stupid. Or, wait, I'm sorry -- ****ing stupid!

*sighs and shakes head*

Also, *gifts you a bottle of very fine wine*. Drink up, sugar. Exams demand drunkeness!