I just got back from a week off and already I'm screwing things up at school again. Why can't I do better? Why can't I just pace myself and get things done and work it all out? Why am I limping through this semester and making up lame excuses and about to get some very nasty crite sheets (grades + comments)? What the fuck is going on with me? ( Read more... )

Your results:
You are Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)
Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)
85%
Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)
75%
Derrial Book (Shepherd)
65%
Inara Serra (Companion)
60%
Wash (Ship Pilot)
55%
Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)
45%
Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)
40%
Alliance
40%
Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)
35%
River (Stowaway)
25%
A Reaver (Cannibal)
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You know, I used to think that menstruation itself was a design flaw, but have since then mulled it over and decided that, ideally excuted, it's not a bad system. Regular renewal, of a sort, and a consistent excuse to get out of P.E. And if ordinary spirituality fails you, you can look at your pelvis, point at the moon and declare yourself divine ( Read more... )

This story ate up a bunch of time today that should have been spent doing "real work" (read: studying for the exam tomorrow and finishing the nearly a week late paper), but I'm still rather pleased with it, and thought that since it's relatively short I would slap it up here and see how it reads. If you wouldn't mind spending 20 miniutes on ( Read more... )

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Things I am sick of:
Work
My room
Not having sex every day
Loneliness
Cabin fever
Being broke all the time
The high cost of being in New York
Being there for others when I really need some hugs too
Not being able to write anything
Not getting anything done all day
Everything

Thursday night while revels raged outside my door past 3:00 am, a drunk girl came into my room. It was late and I was in bed, in the dark, in my jammies, and without glasses so I couldn't see who it was. When she came in I sat up and said, "Who the fuck are you?" She said nothing and laid down in my bed. When I repeated the question, she said ( Read more... )

ANGER
1. Who did you last get angry with? My neighbors.
2. What is your weapon of choice? My powerful glare.
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? Yes.
4. How about of the same sex? Yes.  I'm an equal-opportunity hitter.
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you? Don't know.  Probably JW.
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