Ugh. I wish I'd known about that site.

I want that fucking city watch badge. And now not so much.

Oh well. I'll make mum and dad let me get the Vimesy and Keel ones.

...*Sniff. Sniff*

Still. Maybe I'll check eBay one day. CITY WATCH! (I could be Cheery for Halloween one day! That'd be fuuuun...)

Anyhoodles.

Ten pages today if it kills me. I have a schedule I can keep to.

Also, I apparently am very good at writing rules, for someone who hates them. I think it's my OCD attention to detail and sense for exactly what questions someone might have.

Anyway.

One week and two hours or so from today, and I will BE FINISHED WITH ALL THIS SHIT. MUAHAHAHA.

Okay. Time to work for me.

EDIT: ...also... shit. *FACEPALM* I realized that when constructing Angelverse I left a place very specifically designated for a character. Except now, having been working on pocverse for a grade (because everything I do for a grade is last minute, no matter what), I realized I may have cloned him. And this is bad.

I think I'm going to have to dig out an old name, 'cause I KNOW WHO HE IS, but he needs a new name for this world, at least. ...Also 'cause it would disturb my senses far too much if he were renamed majorly in Angel!verse. *Sniffles* Why did I manage to do that? ...I think I forgot about Meri for a little. Sory, Meri! I love you! *Cuddles her*

EDIT: And now my complete lack of naming abilities shows, as I recycled a name that isn't even HIS. Argh. And I feel really bad about it, 'cause it totally belongs to another character. ...But he's not in this 'verse, or really any of mine so far, 'cause he doesn't fully fit in, so... ...Well. Erm. I dunno. I'll... eh.  Or not. It's a little too.. fluid, even with the r and t for the Kialort region. ...Okay, I don't need his name yet. I'll forget about it... argh.

Well, I haven't left a note in a while, so.

Still emotionally... not there. At all. I have to not think about anything at all or I start weeping. So.

Need to write... thirty, forty pages by Monday. Wednesday at latest. With graduation shit going on.

I can't stop sleeping all day. Literally.

But tomorrow may be better.  I have... eeeeeevil plans.  Evil, evil plans for world domination through scientific enlightenment. *Cackles madly*

Trojie and I shall conquer the world.

Wait and see. *Grins brightly* Never had so much fun. All due to the fact that birds are living dinos and a cladistics discussion and on how to properly clone a velociraptor. (No, not frogs. Spielberg, you fail.)

When it's ready, there Will Be Much Pimpage. Trust me. 

Anyway. Assuming I have not committed suicide (I won't, I promise, I'm being melodramatic this time, I thought I'd reassure anyone who cares), haven't failed from not writing and not having a presentation, and have not finally gone mad by this time two weeks from now... you will have lots of neat graphics and maybe some interesting posts in my writing journal on hero archetypes and on fanfiction, teen writing, and the Dreaded Mary Sue.

My MIT geek has come out at last. Muahahaha...

*SQUEE* KITTENS! *Glees*

Have I mentioned I need new icons? I really do. I need SCIENCYONES.

Walter Lewin Is My Hero.

Aaaah.

Hail from the land of convalescence and physics learning.  I won't get to see Sweeney today, but I'm okay with that, because gods fucking dammit, I LIKE MY BALLAD. *SULK!* Plus it's Midwinter's Eve, and as I'm never in my life (probably not anyway, unless being sick keeps me up at night again) going to see the sunrise (shut up, I don't care, you know who you are, I am NOT A MORNING PERSON you evil little...), and I have to watch A Midwinter's Tale (a lovely movie about putting on Hamlet-you can guess why I like it).  But... what else. Yes. So I'll see Sweeney once I've finished recovering. Mom thinks it was stress.

Still, the Great Old Man of movie reviews said he almost dares to call Sweeney genius and that he hasn't been this disturbed by a movie in years. Bwaaaahahahahahahaha.... Perhaps today you gave a nod to SWEENEY TODD...

Pardon the interruption, but the writer of this blog has temporarily descended into the Marianas Trench of insanity. Except a return to the continental shelf of insanity in a few moments.

WTF. Continental shelf of... Okay, someone's been way too into Astronomy class. ...And not even the part about stars.

Which brings me to point two, or rather, back: AAAAAAAAH I LOVE WALTER LEWIN. Physics professor at MIT. Gaaaaah. I'm learning about electricity and magnetism from him, and he (unlike my fool of a teacher) said in the first few minutes that light is an electromagnetic phenomenon--I have an interpretive dance representing light as an EM wave function, btw. And I came up with it all on my own. *Proud*  Suffice it to say, however, that between these lectures, slowly realizing through what little learning my class presents, and my physics final on Tuesday, I have come to a realization.  One that honestly hadn't occurred to me.

A coulomb is a disgusting amount of charge. By disgusting, I mean... Electromagnetism's stronger when they're closer together, right? Two single coulomb charghes of opposite signs attracting each other results in the force of gravity at the surface of the earth from a little over 30 kilometers away. About nineteen miles. That's one coulomb. Now, lightning is hotter than the surface of the sun. This is no doubt due to the fact that a rough approximation of a charged thunder is +30 coulombs 3km off the ground, -30 2km high, +30 2km under ground, and -30 3km under ground. I'm not 100% sure of the calculation here, but... that's more than 16 and a half BILLION times the force of gravity.  All as light and heat.  It's a potential of, if you were curious, 19 million volts. We get 120 volts out of our wall sockets, for a comparison. It takes... about twenty, I think, to run a laptop. 19 million.

I have never been so afraid of Tyroshaun in my life. 

EDIT: Oh, right. I'm getting a lot better now.  I'm still in absent-due-to-sick mode, but... might be back around for regular life tonight.  Assuming I'm not distracted by shiny!Electric!Science!

I sit there, go "Ooooooh.... shiiiiiiiny...." And then go "Hmm, how would I apply this?" And then I get these detailed layouts of plans.

And at that point I run screaming. And bury myself in lectures with a guy who wears a fried egg shaped pin on his shirt.