|one chance, one shot, that's all anybody ever got
||[Mar. 8th, 2002|03:35 pm]
The midterm, she is completed. It's been a while since I've spent so much time on class. It was a take-home midterm, issued last Friday, and due tonight at midnight. I've pretty much been working on it constantly since Sunday, mainly at work, but occasionally at coffee shops. Work is actually the ideal place to do school stuff, because after hours it's deathly quiet, and you have highspeed internet access, free drinks (read: caffeine), and no distractions.|
So I've been coming home around 3 or 4 in the morning, feeding the starving cats, and passing out. Rinse, repeat.
But now it's done, and e-mailed off to the professor.
And tonight, drinking. And tomorrow, green.
Well, come and get your fleen right here, buddy!
I could say something completely and utterly horrible right now, but I will hold my tongue.
2002-03-08 04:12 pm (UTC)
Re: No, sir...
Then you're not the real James!!!1
All along this was the compassionate Todd, masquerading as James. Damn you for revealing me!
Free drinks?! What kind? I get dick over here. (Insert obligatory dick joke here)
2002-03-14 02:51 am (UTC)
so, i've been happily playing around all over the interweb since about 3am, when i got in from THE show. you know, writing long-overdue responses to emails, peeking at band schedules, catching up on some people's livejournals. but you have ended all that fun. here, i sought refuge from my evil IN CLASS midterm, and you repay me with... well, what you do is put me back to work.
i sometimes try working at my office overnight, but it gets really creepyscary way up there around midnight and it doesn't seem unscary until 5 or 6am. incidentally, if you ever get bored and want to go read in a quiet corner WAY UP HIGH, give me a call. (and by that i mean EMAIL, of course.)