Ye Olde Entry from Yearbook

I was all set to sit up last night and write lots and lots of the Horatio/Mariette/Archie with sinister_beauty, but my mother popped out of nowhere and made me go to bed. Dammit. I was really all in the mood to write some! It's eating my soul and all I can think of is the sexual tension and the unresolved porn.

Now I'm stuck on the doomsday filtered internet computer trying to find detailed pages on feudalism. I swear, this page I'm on? So useless. All the links are broken, it's got a dark purple background with red text (in addition to being hard to read, it's also fugly.) and has a gif of a glimmering sword at the bottom that says "Ye Olde Return Button." I feel my brain dying from lameness. At least it's not in Comic Sans MS. Although it is in Times New Roman at about size 16 (the point size at which TMR ceases to become neat and just looks stupid. USE SANS SERIF OR A SERIF FONT THAT LOOKS BETTER AT A BIGGER POINT SIZE!)

This makes me want to make a site. A nice website, with readable text and nice graphics. Frames! NO CYAN! Headers! Footnotes! NO TIMES NEW ROMAN IN BIGGER THAN SIZE 12! I'd put all my fics, all my history research, all my manips, excerpts (short ones) from my novels! Oh yeah, I need a website.

KATEE GET YOUR FUCKING MAGAZINES OFF MY DESK, HOR

I'm okay. Really.

I think I'll go write or type something. In Garamond, or Georgia, or Verdana. Something NOT Times New Roman.

Ye Olde Return Button. Jesus.

Slug day.

Spent four hours plus with Rene over this afternoon watching Angel Season One. "City of," "Lonely Hearts," "Five by Five," and "Sanctuary."

I've barely gotten any sleep the past few nights. My mom made me relax until nine tonight, at which time I started in on Environmental Science, which, by the way, I'm doing terribly in as far as assignments turning in. It's such a simple class that it gets thrown to the side, unfortunately. I understand it, so my brain rationalizes that I can get it done easily in no time, but I forget about it. This is bad. I'm marginalizing it in favor of Government and College Algebra.

Tomorrow I'm bringing a notebook with me and writing Horatio/Mariette/Archie, I swear. It's been eating my brain, but I don't have the time. Well, today I had the time, but my mom wouldn't have let me near the computer since I've spent so much time up late working on it.

I am exhausted. Completely.

I really want to work on some NaNo things. Plot, outlines, character sheets, character names, but I just can't. It's too late at night. I think I'll leave my math book at home tomorrow and bring a history book instead. So tired. I should also make myself a NaNo playlist. Hmmm, SMAAART Kit.