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14:25 now why am i getting page load errors.. #

17:18 have to leave for a class gathering, then movie review soon. ugh. do not want to leave the house. #

23:51 tinyurl.com/4jzwfd Well franky I don't see what the fuss is about. Is it THAT bad? #

04:34 i am holding out for the mbp and hoping that the supplier will upgrade its deal to include the new model; otherwise i'll just get e old mbp #

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x_x does't begin to describe how tired i am.

My time managemetn skills has gone down the drain, as is my tolerance for the lack of sleep.

How exhausted/screwed am I? I slept through three friggin' alarms (set at different times, but THREE ringing at the same time) and only awoke to find out that I missed all of my classes today. Really. This is beyond good, when I knock out like that. My eyes are permanently Genjou Sanzo-ish, upturned and small as I try to focus on the words I'm supposed to read. Note: Supposed.

(Side note: I need to renew my LJ paid account soon, lest I lose all my lovely icons sobs)

I have no idea what possessed me to take 7 modules (one is over, but still SEVEN! WTF IS WRONG WITH ME) with HOOKED editorship on top of that. I need like, a painkiller, and a caffeine pill.

why miyano mamoru rocks my socks off

SQUEE.

Anyway, layout change and LJ userpic update!

EDIT:

Homz. He sang Lovers Again!! (And Paku Romi is a screaming fangirl. How awesome is that?)

something wicked this way comes.

"Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spend my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The devil made me do it.' I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them .... They talk of my going around and buying souls - never stopping to ask themselves why. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No. They belong to themselves - they just hate to have to face up to it."

-- Lucifer, Sandman: Season of Mists by Neil Gaiman

Typing out draft on gendered consumption and the commodification of romance in Takarazuka. I'm not enjoying myself, but I'm not exactly hating it either. Right now, all I want to do is get my As and get rid of all the crap on my To-Do list.