by acquaneve81
this looks like what I brought home from college.
Who Ever Made This.
YOU’RE A GENIUS
(Source: dearninaa, via iamonlyamaid)
My roommate fell asleep before me. I do not remember the last time this happened. She is sick, that must be it.
I am going to bed. I have class in seven hours and one minute.
I wish my brain worked like a computer. Then, I think, programming would be much easier. k’s and m’s and commands would be simple to execute. But it doesn’t. And that suuuucks. (Eloquence, I has it.)
I think I had it easy last semester. No lab science, and my only engineering class was sort of a joke. Not this semester. Now I’m turning in at least one lab of some sort a week (the bad weeks have THREE) and we’re starting to move beyond the things I already know in calculus, and I still have to do physics tonight, and and and….
I miss writing. I think I’ve started having odd dreams to make up for the fact that I’m not putting words onto paper. Summery fields and characters from my favorite old cartoons…my brain doesn’t know what to do with itself.
But I’m sort of proud of myself—even on nights like these, which come at least once a week now, I don’t think about switching majors to something easier. I wasn’t sure I’d last even a semester as an engineer. But now it’s all I want to do.
NaNoWriMo officially launches for me in about 6 hours…and the site is already down. I thought I would get some plotting done in advance this year, but alas, it was not to be. I’ll be starting this year sans-plot like I always do!
I have a few friends doing NaNo with me this year, which is new. I’m hoping they’ll motivate me to stop playing Tetris and write instead. (I have a problem with tetris…I can kill hours playing, which is noott the most productive way to spend my time.)
Off to do homework so I can spend tonight noveling!
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
My Mac! I do everything on this computer. I don’t let anyone else touch it. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together this November.
I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo for the past two years—and won. This year, though, I’m a freshman engineer in college and kind of worried that the workload will make it impossible.
Will my endless autoCAD drawings turn off the English switch in my brain? The Chemistry midterm? If I finally figure out implicit differentiation, will I have to give up some of my literary chops?
I hope not. But we’ll see. The next 35 days will be an exercise in increasing efficiency.