X-TREME WHININ'

In order to focus, I'm whining to myself - and you, Dear Internet - in order to get some stuff off my chest.

I'm supposed to have something read for Criticism tomorrow. It won't happen. Online, it says she gave us a handout. I never got said handout.

The first 25 pages of my screenplay need to be edited by Thursday, in the early evening. Somehow, I'm also supposed to write between 15 and 35 new pages. By Thursday. This was assigned last Thursday, apparently ignoring that I have other things to do and some heads-up would have been nice.

Thursday night, I have a paper due. Fortunately, my teacher said I could turn it in next week. Phew. That is happening.

I still have to do reading from last Friday, and for this Friday.

My allergies are eating me. I have a huge sinus headache.

Next week I have to give a presentation, read what will probably be upwards of 100 pages, have more edits done... and then there are papers.

I'm praying for finals.

Owls.

http://www.kcrg.com/news/local/38537012.html

They say a culprit is one guilty, to blame, for an offense or crime. I feel really bad for this owl, guys. It was just doin' its owl thing, landing on a power pole, and ZAP. The article doesn't say directly, but presumably the owl died. And now it's a culprit.

Maybe I'm being too emo here.

In which I am an emo whiny teenager again

Today at breakfast, I mentioned Man #2 in conversation. Viktor has never met Man #2.

Viktor: Is [Man #2] a good guy?
Me: I am madly in love with [Man #2].
Viktor: With a name like [Man #2], I love him too. It's a sexy name.
Me: Yes. Yes it is.

(Note: this makes much more sense if you know Man #2's real name.)

Did I really say I was madly in love with him?
Am I really madly in love with him?
Would I say I was if I really was?
Why don't I know myself well enough to know this?
Does it matter, since he limits his time with me anyway, since he doesn't want to offend his good friend, my ex?
Whaaaaaaat?