Boring boring boring... I'm going to be pretty boring now. No car, no more school until next semester, nothing much to do or talk about these days. Oh well. On the other hand, for the first time in at least a year or two I've been able to read a book purely for my own enjoyment, which is awesome. Just about to finish Storm Front, one of the Dresden Files series. And damn it all, I love this book... now I have to buy the other 13 that are out. Sigh, good problem to have though.

Hooray! Just finished writing my last paper for the semester! Now all I have to do is show up Tuesday for a final, turn in the paper, and I'm done until next semester. Which is awesome considering I'm without a working car now. Fuck it, time to catch up on tv, video games, and hopefully my writing that stayed untouched once school started.

Well fuck... So I'm leaving school today at about 9-9:30, on the freeway, when suddenly my car starts to lose power. I push down the gas, it makes a lot of noise, but does nothing. The damn thing is idling high into the red and my car is quickly losing speed. So I pop on the hazard lights and get off at the first exit. I end up stuck under the freeway in a pretty shady part of town in a car that won't drive anymore. I get a hold of my parents and around 10 my dad finds me and we call a tow truck, which doesn't show up and we leave my car after waiting 45 minutes. We finally get home after 11 and the tow guy calls asking where the car is, so we go back to meet him and get my car home around midnight.

So we're pretty sure the transmission is shot, and as old as my car is, it isn't worth fixing. So hooray for me, I'm not without a car! Woo!

And of course, my Serenity knew exactly what song to play for me as we waited under the overpass. This definitely captured the mood, especially if you're a Cowboy Bebop fan and know it already.

Presentation on a 15 page paper on Wednesday. Final next Tuesday, final paper due next Friday... I only have two pages written, no intro, and they aren't connected. On one hand, at least I've gotten some sources read and marked for use in the paper. On the other hand, I predict a breakdown in my near future. I still need to register for next semester... I'm gonna be chain smoking like mad the next two weeks.

Fucking spent an hour in traffic for no damn reason. I left for school today very late, got there about five minutes before class starts, ran to class only to find a sign on the door saying that class is cancelled. So twenty to thirty minutes in the car each way, and an hour lost because the professor posted a sign instead of emailing us... oh well.

So yeah, story finished, working on the cover, looks like I'm good for this assignment. New problem. I now have the weekend to write a fifteen page research paper that's due next week. So yeah, that's gonna be fun.

Well shit... So I went back and looked at the syllabus. Turns out my short story was supposed to be double spaced, I had been typing single spaced. So my 13 pages ended up being 26. The absolute max number of pages was 20. So I had to cut out six pages of story. That was painful. But it's done now. And now I have to design a cover and think of a good title.

It's been a rare, productive kind of night. I'm eleven pages into the detective fiction short story that I have to write for class. Which means I've only got four more pages that I can write before I have to end it. Then the hard part, giving it a title and designing a cover for it. I'm not exactly the creative type when it comes to stuff like that. Hopefully my friend isn't too busy with school, he's good with photoshop and can probably help if he has the time.

And other than that... I got nothing. No exciting stories or pictures to share, just work. Graduate school is a beast.

Edit: Now I only have two pages left. Damn this is hard. I didn't think it would take this much work trimming down the ideas I had for this damn story.

Decided to skip today's class. In a very lazy mood and I haven't missed many, so why the hell not? The sad thing is that I don't get to sit around doing nothing, I still have a lot of reading to do. Although I am still in bed...
Sigh. Time to get up and get to work I suppose. Especially since the longer I sit here the more the cat attacks me.

Damn, I just realized that getting up means I have to put pants on...

Feeling really fucking weird right now and I have no idea why. The past two days I've just felt like something was wrong. I'm not sick or anything like that, it just feels like there's something not quite right in my life. It's hard to explain really, but it's just this ominous sense that I have that there's something waiting for something to happen, I don't know. I've actually felt physically strange, for lack of a better word. Like I said, I know I'm not getting sick, I just don't feel right. I wish I knew what this was. All I know is that it really feels like either something is going to happen that I should try to prepare for, or something is waiting for me to take some sort of action, I don't know what.

It's driving me crazy, whatever this is. More to the point, being unable to properly set it to words is really getting to me. I don't know, maybe this is just the precursor to how fucked up the next three weeks are going to be. The last month or so of the semester is always pretty intense. Hopefully that's all this is.

Cat is trying to kill me. I'm trying to sleep and he keeps pouncing my feet. A couple times I've felt him creeping towards me on the bed, only to stop and run away when I look up at him. I'm really starting to think tonight is the night he finally kills me. If you don't hear from me again, someone avenge me!

And so ends another episode of sleep deprived paranoid writer. But seriously, he's trying to kill me...