Still screwed.

Everyone keeps linking to this guy's version of Part of Your World, from the Little Mermaid, but I find his "A Whole New World" from Aladdin much more impressive. WTF, I wish I could sing.

Last night, I seemed to follow my typical pattern of falling asleep before doing much effective work on my paper. Which means falling asleep outside my covers, and I swear to God, it must be like, 60 degrees in my room at night. But, it turns out that I should have checked my email last night, because I woke up this morning to find this:

Rather than going on a case-by-case basis, we would like to offer the entire class a 24-hour extension. This means that you would have until this Friday at 1 pm to hand in your paper. You are welcome to hand in the paper at the normal due date, which is in this Thursday’s class. But should you need the extra time—to be used wisely!—you may hand in the papers to me on Friday at my office.

THERE IS A GOD.

Unfortunately, the topic I pick for my paper doesn't fit quite as neatly as I thought it would, but there is no time to change it. Hopefully, it will mean that I have to write a lot more in order to prove the point, filling up more pages. Anyway, I'm going to try to get it handed in tomorrow like I was supposed to because otherwise I'll go crazy, but having extra time in case it's not physically possible makes me feel better.

I used much-needed time to help get rid of 4 inches of snow that fell last evening, but it looks like there are another 3 inches out there right now. Also, WTF, I have to work today, so how the hell am I supposed to get there without my shoes and pants looking like hell? Maybe I'll have to change on arrival. This is crap. I don't have time to plan things like this!

We will find this fucking troll. And we will kill. His fucking ass.

Why yes, reader, my blog entry titles will now be taken from "Wizard People" for the next indefinite amount of time (see "crying into your pillow" two entries ago.) Do you not know what Wizard People is? Go! Laugh! (My favorite is here) I find it's best watched in small doses.

Me: Why did I get candy on my steps?
Chad: It's from my mom.
Me: Why?
Chad: St. Nick came.
Me: .....My mom sucks.

I wrote 1.5 pages of a paper before trudging to class, and wrote another 1.5 pages during class and at work. I had hoped to get more done at work today, but holy hell, we were busy. (Remember that I need 8. I'm also thinking that it would be prudent to have like, in-text parenthetical citations, and maybe, I don't know, a coherent flow to the paper.)

I HAVE NOW EATEN A PEANUT BUTTER SANTA CLAUS COATED IN CHOCOLATE! I AM THE ULTIMATE. I WILL PWN THE EARTH.

Today, I got dumplings from Pel'meni. On the way to work, the sauce stuff spilled on my mitten, my coat, and my pants leg. Luckily, I had other pants in my backpack so that I would arrive at work not!crusted in snow. Getting the stains out will have to wait at least until tomorrow or Friday, though, which might mean that they never come out? That's unfortunate.

Today, I discovered I've been doing alternate-side street parking all wrong. Luckily, this means that I don't have to move my car tonight.

THE END.

At least I'm not a hideous fucker.

I think this is a sugar crash? Or just the result of not having got enough sleep all week long. I feel really guilty, because I could make this paper be awesome if I had more time. But having all the papers at once met there was no time, or at least, each paper got its own amount of time, but never enough of it. I think I might just shower and go to bed. I did succeed in making lots of notes on things that need to be said. Tomorrow will suck. I had wanted to skip my last class, but I just remembered that she's handing our papers back.....actually, I don't even care. SKIP. I never skip class. This semester has been so weird for me, doing lots of things I never, ever used to do before. I have another class that I have a habit of leaving early, because it's so useless that I can't stand it.

I just want this semester to be over with. And really, I just want school to be over with. Not that the thought of no longer being a student scares me shitless. Not at all.