So...last week I had to write a proposal over a paper I'd given absolutely no thought to aaaand I managed to get a good grade on it (even though I wrote it at 1:30 in the morning with all the brain function of a goldfish). Not only did I managed to get a good grade on it, my teacher positively gushed over how good of an idea it was. This is somewhat comforting, considering my task for this week (i.e., tomorrow) is to write an annotated bibliography for said paper--which, btw, still hasn't even been a blip on my "OMG FREAK OUT ABOUT THIS" radar. It's been a constant buzzing in the back of my head for about two weeks now, but since I'm more preoccupied with getting all my study abroad stuff turned in before the deadline, I said "shit on English, it can die in a fire" haven't given it much thought.

So basically it all boils down to this: tonight I have to read at least two articles on Howells' portrayal of women, give the text legitimate consideration, think about what the fuck I want my paper to be about, and write down what ideas I'm going to use/cite from the articles I read. I will probably end up doing this at about 2 o'clock this morning, and I will probably end up getting a passing grade on it.

LOL, college, LOL.

In other news, NaNo started today. This will be the only mention I make of it here in mah journal, as I'm sure no one wants to read YET ANOTHER bitch fest about NaNo. So. Here it is. Another year of writing a novel in one month when I literally don't even have time to eat. Sometimes I ask myself, "What the fuck am I doing?" but since I know I probably won't finish anyway, my expectations aren't very high. I do it every year. I skip a night and think, "It'll be okay, I'll make it up tomorrow...." *shifty eyes* I IS NOT A PROCRASTINATOR

Went to the kickoff part and met a guy dressed up like the Doctor. Had a small and somewhat guilty fangirl-gasm. Would have raped him had he not liked teh penis.

Also, BALLS. (Yes, balls.)

Also also, found out today that I am blood type A positive, which means I would have been controlled by the Sycorax and therefore would not have been able to take advantage care of the Doctor whilst he was incapacitated.

*sigh* Story of my life.

On a completely unrelated note: it is getting really freakin' cold outside. When is it appropriate to turn on the heater? I grew up in a household in which if we couldn't see our own breath while eating breakfast, the heater wasn't neccessary (read: cheap parents). When is prime heater operation time?

Oh, it is also No-Shave-November. I am participating, mostly because I am lazy and wouldn't shave anyway (unless of course I get waylaid by a formal event in which case I would have to because I have no dress pants).

Enjoy your icy mornings, mid-west America.