Roooarrr!

I just remembered, as I entered the computer lab. Tonight, we have class back in the classroom. Where I'm going to have to do things like write notes.

Being the smart, capable, suave, and above all prepared, person I am, I have succeeded in leaving my notebook and bag of pens in the car.

No, I don't want to go back out there.

So, instead, I shall be a bum. I can easily cadge a pen off of someone (most likely). And, if I print out fic to read, I can take notes on the back. And everyone's happy. Including me. ;)

Of course, I won't be able to talk to people or do anything remotely useful while in class. Unlike the week before last, where I organised all of the Con Photos pages.

This is highly irritating. But I shall live. Most likely.

There's also the little fact that... well... I don't want to know what I got on last week's quiz.

Mmm. Fic.

Some of which shall be hole-punched and added to my library. I have something like ten 3-ring binders, specifically for this purpose. ;)

Now, if only I could finish something.

hrm.

Is it bad when reading an old story can make you cry--in the good way, not the "This is awful" way.

Either that, or I'm just tired right now. Which doesn't make sense, since I got 11 hours of sleep.

But. Anyway. Stirring the Secrets. Amusing, yet sad.

Oh, and the song in my head? It's the song the title comes from... "Stirring the secrets I already know. One victim. Reaction. Waiting. Wasted. I sit on the table my life in a drink. My head is revolting, I shudder to think. I sit on my hands... You've taken my silence as total compliance."