Never been so miserable in school since my high school gym class.

I am so miserable in this Japanese class. I hate it so much.

You know it's bad when you get up at 6am to try to work out the homework, and not doing well, ready to throw things at the cat who insists on stepping on my battered homework.

The teacher's not going to let me make up a test I missed. I got half credit a couple weeks ago for a late assignment (late because I was so swamped I missed the second page that indicated there was homework due).

I spoke with the teacher. Her solution is for me to switch to the 8 am class. This will not help when the problem is I don't have enough time to do the homework, though my guess is that the 8am class is slightly behind my class.

I'm having flashbacks to my high school gym class. Sure, I'm a foot shorter than everyone else, despise competition in all forms, but yeah, it's a great idea to make me play basketball against my will.



And, while I don't regret helping her, a student approached me in the hall to ask for help when I was trying to go home. Ended up working an hour late.

Then -- surprise -- last night's Law class had a quiz. I think I did all right though. I'm keeping up with that homework, mostly because I speed read legalese. But yes, WG was feeling lonely and unloved last night, pestered me all through my Law homework until I read him a passage and he realised that "home" did not mean "available" (I have to do this every day - he does not get it). This evening I was fried, and spent a little quality time with him.

And fell asleep. Shit.

Now I'm up at 6am, trying to do Japanese.

Shit, shit, shit. It may be too late for this grade, even if I do change my work study schedule.

(no subject)

Maybe I should call in sick to my tutoring....

Because what I do when I panic is...

SG-1 Plot bunnies I typed out the other day, because I'm staring at my Japanese homework blankly. Bits and pieces of a story, not a real story, sorry. Just notes and dialogue. Scrapbook-style.

Here's one where Jack and Daniel return to an alternate reality of earth to try to help prevent a Gou'ald attack in that reality - only they get the wrong alternate reality.

( background... )

Our boys get their first glimpse of how different this world is.

The Jack O'Neill of this world:

"Well. I suppose you can stay at our place," he said as they walked down the SGC hall, his arm slung casually over Daniel's shoulder.

He pulled Daniel in for a brief kiss. "You get dinner ready, okay?" His thumb stroked the back of Daniel's neck, then he patted his shoulder. "Go on. We'll be there later."

The Daniel and Jack of our world watched, their jaws dropping, unable to breathe as the other Daniel drew back, starry-eyed, then nodded and loped off.

The other Jack noticed their stares and gave them a blank, "What?" Jack spread his arms apologetically. "Look. I know I've gone a little easy on him, but he was in the priesthood for crying out loud."

~*~*~

Our Daniel shut the door to the SGC guest quarters. "That explains the bedroom arrangements last night. They must have assumed that we -"

"We're gating out of here. Now."

"What? No -- okay, obviously this is not the same alternate reality I encountered previously -"

"You think?"

"- but they did blow up Ra, and they face the same consequences." Jack groaned and sank to the doublebed, cheap springs squeaking under him. He ran his hands over his face as Daniel rattled on, pacing back and forth as he theorized. "What must've happened is we're too far down the timeline. There've been so many changes between our world and the other one, maybe we get, um, too wide a field now. We're casting a bigger net in the quantum mirror so we're more likely to pull up vastly differing realities."

"Vastly being the operative word. I was prepared for Mrs. Sam O'Neill. I could deal with that. Mr. Daniel O'Neill on the other hand...."

"Jack - even if we can't help that world, we should help this one. We just have to convince them that they're in danger."

"Daniel. Wasn't the whole reason we came here without Sam and Teal'c because this Daniel and Jack were supposed to be dead? If we stay here we're going to disintegrate like cheap toilet paper."

Daniel blinked. "Nice image, Jack."

~*~

( Jack is very amused at the hierarchy. )

"Hey, get me a beer."

Daniel spluttered. "What? No."

"How many times have you told me 'when in Rome'...? All those squirmy things I had to eat -? Your turn."

"First of all, you just pretend to eat them, and second -- you're enjoying this way too much."

"I am."

~*~

( Read more... )

"I'm -- my -- this Jack O'Neill is doing you. Or that you."

Daniel made a disgusted sound. "What's worse, I act like some sort of sycophantic.." he runs his hand through his hair "...pet."

~*~

( Read more... )

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Daniel watched, mesmerized, feeling like the worst kind of voyeur, but he couldn't look away. His double was backed up against the countertop. The other Daniel dropped his chin to Jack's shoulder in a gesture so familiar he could almost feel it. He knew what was next, as the other Daniel rubbed his face against Jack's, nuzzling as his lips parted and slid along Jack's cheek. Jack's fists closed about the edge of the counter as he leaned forward into the kiss.

Daniel swallowed.

A voice next to him said, "Social hierarchy my ass."

~*~

Two more pages of Japanese homework to do.