*glug* *glug* *glug*
May. 10th, 2004 06:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusI'm falling apart now.
I have two essays due today. One is due in two hours and I couldn't do it. I've tried since yesterday... I'm just spent. I haven't even started. I don't even have a clue what I'm going to write about.
The other's due tonight (and it's already late).
I had my second all-day ESL conference on Saturday. It's more prep than I can do for my tutoring. I am completely fried from this conference. Lots of activities and group involvement. I'm surprised they didn't have us juggling. At the end the teacher hovered over my shoulder and I sent her to someone else. We were supposed to design an ESL lesson plan on the spot during class, just to give you an idea of the intensity: I told my group that I'm taking 17 credits and I'm completely, utterly fried. My group partner sad: "17 credits? That's not possible."
My HIS 210 group met on Sunday, but I couldn't go. Just... couldn't.
The Percy Ficathon has one more week. No, I haven't even started my story. Fuck.
The Percy Ficathon site continues on apace. I have the templates from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
singtoangels but haven't had time to look up the names of the coders to send them out.
The Icarus Slash Fiction site looks lovely, but I've run out of brainpower for it.
I have reading to do that's... not done. I did get the reading done for two classes. I've barely scratched the surface on my research paper. I should be much further along.
On the other hand, the original fiction is moving out the door (thank god something got finished).
Squabbling over![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_dungeons, I can check that off my list.
Emailing the people from Nitartha about their damned books that I need to mail back to them: check. Emailing jerk at Nitartha who tried to tell me what do with my life: check.
Talked to the landlady about the damned laundry thatwildernessguru left downstairs for days, and got it back: check.
Now, just when I'm struggling with my courseload,wildernessguru is putting on the brakes with the housework. Wants me to cook more, help out more.
He has no responsibilities right now. Not even one. But he can't help me out.
ETA: On the plus side, I have a really fuzzy, cute kitty asleep on the couch next to me. He's getting fat, but that just makes him fluffier.
I have two essays due today. One is due in two hours and I couldn't do it. I've tried since yesterday... I'm just spent. I haven't even started. I don't even have a clue what I'm going to write about.
The other's due tonight (and it's already late).
I had my second all-day ESL conference on Saturday. It's more prep than I can do for my tutoring. I am completely fried from this conference. Lots of activities and group involvement. I'm surprised they didn't have us juggling. At the end the teacher hovered over my shoulder and I sent her to someone else. We were supposed to design an ESL lesson plan on the spot during class, just to give you an idea of the intensity: I told my group that I'm taking 17 credits and I'm completely, utterly fried. My group partner sad: "17 credits? That's not possible."
My HIS 210 group met on Sunday, but I couldn't go. Just... couldn't.
The Percy Ficathon has one more week. No, I haven't even started my story. Fuck.
The Percy Ficathon site continues on apace. I have the templates from
singtoangels but haven't had time to look up the names of the coders to send them out. The Icarus Slash Fiction site looks lovely, but I've run out of brainpower for it.
I have reading to do that's... not done. I did get the reading done for two classes. I've barely scratched the surface on my research paper. I should be much further along.
On the other hand, the original fiction is moving out the door (thank god something got finished).
Squabbling over
hp_dungeons, I can check that off my list. Emailing the people from Nitartha about their damned books that I need to mail back to them: check. Emailing jerk at Nitartha who tried to tell me what do with my life: check.
Talked to the landlady about the damned laundry that
wildernessguru left downstairs for days, and got it back: check. Now, just when I'm struggling with my courseload,
wildernessguru is putting on the brakes with the housework. Wants me to cook more, help out more. He has no responsibilities right now. Not even one. But he can't help me out.
ETA: On the plus side, I have a really fuzzy, cute kitty asleep on the couch next to me. He's getting fat, but that just makes him fluffier.
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Date: 2004-05-10 10:48 am (UTC)This is a little like the case of the seven blind men with the elephant. The one at the ear said he had a fan. The one at the trunk said he had a snake. The one at the tail said he had fly-whisk. The one at the side said it was a wall. And so on. Not a single one could tell it was an elephant. You don't know the whole picture so can't say one way or the other.
It's natural for people to project their own situations onto other people.
Icarus