So the corner of my poster just fell down a bit, so I got up to fix it and said, "After all this time?" and automatically replied to myself, "Always." And then I couldn't stop laughing as I affixed the poster back to the wall.

I don't, there are no words.

I am crying about Fringe

Oh my god Fringe, I called it way at the beginning of course, but STILL. Peter's FACE and then that HUG and I'm just so WORRIED and where is OLIVIA. Oh my GOD.

Later:

I may have fallen asleep in the cave with my lights on. Ok, I did, and now it's 4:40 and I don't want to get up and get in bed but I totally should because my back is going to hurt tomorrow if I continue to sleep like this.

I was doing so well

I have most of my paper done. I have a whole bunch of notes on what I need to say, I have at least half the paper in actual, formal, typed up paragraph form, I have  some ideas started being typed and then left there as paragraph fragments to be picked up and combined and shit.

But now I'm cold and hungry and I don't want to and Tumblr's dead and I have 5 songs on repeat on my iTunes and I don't remember how to things and my hair is suddenly very fascinating how it is able to do things when it is wet and then it dried and stayed that way and now I want to sleep with a pencil in my hair so I can wear it like this, but then I would probably stab myself with it and Christine would be mad that I killed myself with a pencil in my sleep.

Well, maybe someone else would care. I don't know, I would be dead in this scenario.

Anne's totes still awake.

I don't think I have any good snack foods here, so that would kill the go eat food to procrastinate plan.

Well, there are peanuts. I have so many peanuts. I hoard them, possibly in case we get attacked by people who are allergic and then I could throw them and run away while they go into anaphylactic shock.

I just kind of want noodles. :(

Oh god I cannot do... things

If I wasn't so afraid of things, and people, and talking, and if I was funny, I just really want to be a comedian.

I've attempted to french braid my hair. My hair is not cooperative. It was ok for the first minute, but now it's all, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS and decided to become a weird mess of not a french braid.

I'm writing in Written? Kitten!, a website, writtenkitten.net, that counts your words and then give you  a kitten once you've reached 100 or whatever, but I have yet to reach 100, so I don't even know what the kitten looks like. Also I don't want to write more words.

I've left this open for a long time, so I have written more words now. There is now a picture of a kitty next to my paragraphs of words. I'm sad that when I rolled over to 200 it was just a different kitten instead of 2 kittens. I was hoping for a whole bunch of kittens all over the page by the time I was done.

Use writtenkitten.net guys. If you close the tab, and then go back to the site in a new tab, the text is still there, so that's awesome. Though, do copy and paste into a Word document every once in awhile. Save save save you know. It's like Location location location, but shorter, and less famous.

How late is too late for potstickers?

I am hungry, man. I first typed hungery, and then I realised that it is 1:16, also that I have to get up tomorrow. Also, tornadoes.

People should use that line more often: "I think it's time we settle our differences. Violently."

I can't count

I'm knitting, right, one two three, one two three, over and over, and then I'm like, one two three four five six, oh wait, what am I counting to? Three. Right. Missed it. Damn.

I hope this doesn't mean that all the productive things I've actually done today have been wrong and stuff, because my brain doesn't work.

First of all, I'd just like to say that I didn't recognise the name Niall to be a real thing until about two weeks ago, but now I learn that an actor I have known for awhile is named Niall Matter and he's going to be on Primeval, which of course means I'm going to have to start watching it again. And then I will inevitably stop, again, like every other time I have randomly started watching Primeval because I thought I could handle it. I can't. No idea why, I don't even hate it, I just can't watch it even though I really like the actors and characters and dinosaurs.

The other Niall, of course, being from One Direction. He's Irish.

It's not that I hate Rome, I just hold a grudge against their history.

There are free root beer floats in Oldfather tomorrow (today) from 12-2, so if this gets read before then and we're not planning on going to get free root beer floats, WHY NOT, US?

I really like root beer floats.

How great would it be to be a British comedian though? They get to do all sorts of sketches, and panel shows with other comedians where they go on tangents and ignore the point of the show, and then they do guest spots on British shows like Doctor Who and stuff and are generally hilarious.

I keep knitting, and it's really disturbing to me every time I finish a row I have to flip the ENTIRE thing. It makes me want to try to knit backwards so I don't have to move it.

I want to read Catching Fire, again, even though I just read Catching Fire and Mockingjay this past Saturday through Monday.

I just heard the door. Did someone just leave?

Ooooooo, just found an episode of Talkin' About Your Generation on youtube that I haven't seen and I'm watching it and I love TAYG. So, amending previous statement about British comedians to include Australians. Nothing against American comedians, I just can't think of any that I like... Tiny Fey, Amy Poehler, that's it, but they're not even comedians exactly, they're actors, so, confused.

I got two hours of sleep last night

And then kind of fell asleep in church a bit

When I was bringing my groceries and things in from the parking lot I dropped all my groceries all in the foyer of the Courtyards and my container of ham from Easter opened and fell onto the mat but I still ate it for dinner because I decided that it probably won't kill me. If it does, less problems for me.

And now my cake is smashed.

I just hate everything.

I'm hungry

I thought I'd never be hungry again, but I am hungry now and I hate all the things.

Of course, three in the morning would be when I decide to evaluate my life and what I want to do and what kind of job I want and am going to be qualified for and how I am hopeless goddamnit. I have no skills and I am too afraid of people to survive in the world.

Oh man, this unsub is going to kill his sister. That sucks. I'm watching Criminal Minds and knitting, because obviously that will solve all my problems.

I am super psychotic, oh god.

Fo' Sho'

All day long I'm thinking about Drawing Something, and all night long I'm thinking about Drawing Something [repeat forever, chanting, not singing, because we're too cool for singing].

I don't even know.

You know what I do know? Being Human UK feels suck. Nobody even watches it, and yet I'm all FLAIL WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT and then you're all, get a grip Mary.

Also, I like One Direction. So sue me.