what the fuck, yo.

[izkariote]

I sleep at 10:20 last night looking forward to sleeping in all the way until 10 or so the next day only to wake up at 4:20 because of a fucked-up dream that I have involving my overcutting of a class that I didn't know I had because I did my Math wrong regarding my units.

Read: this is not right.

On other news, I am actually passing Math, and passing it well. And the laptop dream will no longer be a dream soon. And Pio is leaving for the States and I won't be seeing him from six months after Saturday.

Wondering whether I should skip off to school at the usual time and do nothing all the way until 1:30, since that's the time that ezraelandvari and fruitea are having their presentation in History 16. No Retellings class, and unless a cataclysmic event occurs between now and 3:30 there will be Lit Crit.

...Then again, I doubt Sir Pulan would cancel class even if the Brits were coming, or something.

Guh. Not coherent. -_-

*wanders off to watch QaF*


EDIT: After much deep reflection and two and a half episodes of QaF.

ravenel: o_O
izkariote: i'm AWAKE.
izkariote: WHY AM I AWAKE.
izkariote: ... *refer to LJ entry*
izkariote: GAH.

T__T


EDIT II: Jesus Lordy, I've evolved. @_@

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

No use trying to fight it, you're an eight-sided die, a d8. A fine example of simple elegance, the d8 is one of the least appreciated types of dice, and is often neglected. You are known to be quiet and shy, outward traits that conceal viscous sarcasm and mean wit. You are very smart, yet wise enough to hide your intelligence the quicker they found out how smart you are, the sooner they'll put you to work, which is something you can do without. People call you dark and pessimistic, or moody and cynical. You find little point in arguing.

I was a d4 last time. What's with me and the number 4? >__>

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[amaranth-blooms.livejournal.com]

As if he'd ever give us free time. He even plans for a spare saturday to make up for "lost time." T_T