well, shit

Revelation #1: Five-page paper that I thought was due Thursday (and was already panicking about whether or not I'd be able to get it done while also getting my other readings done and some sleep) is actually due tomorrow. So... I will be writing it this afternoon, and tonight at work, and tonight after work, and tomorrow morning.

Revelation #2: I forgot my thumb-drive, meaning that any and all writing on said essay that I do today will have to be emailed to myself each and every time I have to switch computers. Which will be at least twice, probably three times.

Revelation #3: Even if I skip my poetry class to write, there is almost no way I can write a five-page paper and do the required reading of Grettir's Saga both before tomorrow at 1pm, when I have to go to my sagas class, which lasts til 3:30. The paper is due at 4:30. Therefore, I will most likely have to skip my favorite class in order to finish a paper for my least favorite class. And then go to school to turn in said paper around the same time as my class lets out, thus running the risk of running into my professor, thus risking death by embarassment if I have to explain to her that I had to skip her class so I could write my paper for another class.

Also, I just made it to the computer lab in time to miss the rush and actually get a computer... and realized that I forgot to stop at a mailbox to send off a very important piece of mail. Fuck.

Doom. That's all I have to say. DOOM.

This is the universe's way of saying "don't you ever leave things til the last minute like this, ever again." At which I cower, cover my head, and say "waaah, I'm sorry!!"

*dies*

FEY! KARI! TERRA! KATIE!

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0935057/

*DIES*

Be still, my heart. No, seriously. I can't... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Completely ignoring the shitty plot and the lack of anyone else cast and everything else because.... *Squee*

Note to the housemates: if you don't reply to this in five minutes, I'm calling the house to scream it to you all. Just so you know. Because you must know immediately. And my excitement can only be held in check for so long.

.........

...Oh, and the paper is going okay.

Edit: Okay, now that I got the neurotic squeeing out of my system, I would just like to note that a) I'm not totally insane, b) Yes, I'm aware this movie, should it ever be actually made, will be shit, and c) I blame caffeine and stress. And the incredible cuteness that is Peter Wingfield.

Also, I was out hunting his IMDB bio for pics for my mom, not just randomly lurking. Just so it doesn't look too crazy.

Oh, and I really did call the house. *headdesk* I'm that desperate to avoid trying to piece together this paper.