| on exams, sleep and numb3rs |
[Oct. 3rd, 2007|12:13 am] |
I've got an exam on what I like to call "literary analysis of characters of a drama, a short story and a movie based on post-structuralism, post-modernism, post-colonialism, gender studies and feminism including multiculturalism and the autobiographical texts of Hanif Kureishi".
If this were an Amazon page, there would be a paragraph about "people who've taken this exam, have also..." but in this case, it's more like "people who've taken this exam previously, haven't studied and still got a C" - as evidenced in my buddy Maria who laughed at me today for studying for this exam. But I need an A, and I fully intend to get it.
I should be in bed.
It's past midnight and I'm not in bed yet.
And why am I not in bed yet?
Because I'm watching random bits of three seasons of Numb3rs, trying to find my way back into Don Eppes' head so I can write for the Numb3rs flashfic/100 communities I signed up for today. I love roaming around inside Don Eppes' head. He's so wonderfully fucked up.
Unfortunately, no one else I know is in this fandom, so I have no one to RP sexy hot action with. But I took screencaps so I can at least make some icons. I want smoking, loud, sharp, action fic with kevlar and tac vests, with machine guns and ear pieces and 'go go go' and snipers. I want it so bad I can smell the gunsmoke... that sharp, bittersweet smell that has a way of soaking into your clothes, so when you take your shirt off at night, it still clings to the fabric. Oh, baby. And then the aftermath of violent sex, of course.
I've caught myself having way too much energy lately. Don't ask me where it comes from, only that I keep eyeing my bank account and that Cannondale I want and the mountains and I just want to go. Go hard and fast without taking prisoners - and crash and burn afterwards. I need to move. It hurts to stay still.
But I should be in bed. I just took two of my little "fall asleep easier in troubled times" pills so I can come down from this wonderful high. Damnit. I don't want to. |
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