And I thank god I'm alive...

See, I'm very sleepy and yet I don't want to sleep. Er, can't, because I've got this week's to-do list circling in my head like buzzards over a dead rattler. So I need to write out my list, get it out, so I can sleep.

But first - have you all taken my Fanfiction Preferences Poll? DO IT! And, *ahem* I've only noticed one person passing it on. *stern look* *batts eyelashes*. PLEASE!?

( And now for this week's list, so's I can get some shut-eye. )

*thud*

Why yes, that would be sound of me bouncing off the floor, having collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

Have I said how much Tuesdays kill me? Becase this - is me dead. Bleh.

In other news, I did not have a stroke in my Psych of Men class because I've decided to join the ranks of the other non-speaking male specimens. The funniest thing was that today we broke into small groups to brainstorm rites of passages that were male-specific. I came up with a couple, but they were oddly excluded when it came time to give our lists to the prof. To that I say - what. ever.

I've almost got a handle on the new concept we're dealing with in Research. Be proud; be very proud. It took me 3 excedrins and half a pack of cigarettes, but I think now it fits in my brain without hurting. But I could be wrong. Check back on Thursday. The good news is, though - we're deciding as a class whether or not we want a midterm exam (if we have it, it will be one week from today). At the moment, the consensus is obviously: no. However, the class also got to vote on what day we're going to the Midwestern Psychological Association convention. The choices were A)Thursday or B)Friday. Wouldn't you know it - Thursday I can't go because I have class all day, and that's the day they decided on. Democracy can bite me - I'm queen, thou shalt do as I command. Nope, not bitter at all about that one (aside from the fact that it's one of the best opportunities to network, brainstorm, and present research topics to lots of different pannels, as well as get a foot in the 'ole grad school door). Nope, not bitter at all...

American Novel? Eh, it's one damn boring class, but it's not exactly challenging. And the teacher, though crazy, seems harmless. And I do admire the fact that he's so passionate about his work. Reminds me a bit of Wignall, eons ago. I've only got another 30 pages to go until I reach this week's cut off in Grapes of Wrath, which excites me. I'm really enjoying it. Don't give a damn about the allusions and such - I just like the story. And as of tonight, we are officially finished with the dreaded Huck Finn, and I never have to hear the name Mark Twain again. This makes me happy. So - anyone want a cheep copy of Huck Finn? Heh.

And now because I'm tired, hungry, poor, and beaten to a pulp by an encredibly long and draining day, I'm going to scour for some pr0n, watch some boob, and go to bed. Didn't sleep much at all last night, big suprise. I woke up all angry and bitter this morning - could have had something to do with the fact that today was a beautiful day outside and I was stuck in classes I hate. Ah well, that's college, right?

And now, adieu.