....so close to finishing this paper. And yet...not yet.

empressaurelius, you are the suck for you know what. But..umm...can you email me those again 'cause now I wanna make icons....godamnit *hugs* Okay, I still love you muchly.

I HATE THIS PAPER!

mood: aggravated

Why is it that when I have things due, I still manage to do other things instead? I think my brain knows just how much I can put it off so that I am totally stressed and want to kill myself by the end, but manage to get it done anyhow.
What I have done in the past hour:
Read my f/list
Read other people's f/lists
Gawked at the new Sean pictures for the bazillionth time today
Considered making icons
Considered joining new fanlistings
Hoped for email
Taken three quizzes
Gotten camera ready (kinda) for tomorrow

Ermm...where's "PAPER due in 12 hours" on that list, you ninnyhammer?! My head obviously isn't the best part of me, either. *rolls eyes* I'm on page 2/4. Not bad, but for 15 hours of work, not good. If I liked this it would be easier. Yeah..okay. After I'm done? I'm so watching Rudy. I've managed to quote it twice today (something else I was doing other than homework).
In other news, why do I have to get bloated the day before I meet Elijah? Not niffty at all!
Okay. Have been goofing off all day. Will now work seriously on paper in manner of Herminoe or someone else equally intelligent. (after I see what picture goes with this mood)

ETA: Determined Sam is so adorable. Sad that I don't know what's in my own damned mood theme. >.<;;

ETA2: Important Note to Self -- When doing papers, take ADD meds. Yeah. Duh. Now I know why I suck today. *facepalm* God I'm so stupid sometimes. Would take the speed Dexidriene now if I didn't need to get up and do thing tomorrow. Seriously? I'm so screwed. Mind is in happy Sean!Elijah land while it needs to be in the land of Daffodils with Wordsworth. *kicks it* For once in your life, please work!!!!

ETA3: gacked from giventofly37 for I suck.
( Were you an 80's/90's kid? )
Seriously now. PAPER.

ETAwhateverthehell#: Only half a page left...and um...that's without a opening paragraph or a conclusion. So whoohoo! I may sleep yet (okay, it's 5am...but still). Will be posting it as it's the first essay I have writen in forever that isn't me quoting every other line to take up space. Am v. proud.

mood: determined

This bastard paper is DONE! FINISHED! OVER!! I am overjoyed. So, here it is in all its non-glory for those of you who care at all. A few remarks before we start:
1) If you read it, don't bother editing. It's been turned in at this point and there is nothing I can do. It'll just make me sulk and that's hard cruel.
2) I never edit my papers. I write stream of concious and this is what I turn in. I have only edited once my entire life and it got me 99 instead of a 98. Not worth the time. What you see is what you get. Because of this, there are probably silly mistakes. See number one.
3) This paper was supposed to be 4-5 pages long. I said I could never get 4 and would settle for 3.5. How many is it? 4.5. This happens to me every single time. I don't understand it. Something needs to be done about this. Not that it's bad. If I hadn't done double spacing early on, I probably would have gone over...because that's what I do.
4) I like this poem way more than I did when I started. But the fact remains...it's 30 pages of Wordsworth talking about himself. Sick stuff.
5) However...positive feedback is always lovely.

Let's cut with a quote from Wordsworth that I do like, which means it's obviously not from the thing I just wrote this paper on:
( What though the radiance which was once so bright be now for ever taken from my sight? Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, rather find, strength in what remains behind, in the primal sympathy which having been must ever be, in the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering, in the faith that looks through death, in years that bring the philosophic mind. ~Wordsworth, Ode to Immortality )

ETA: Non-double-space and unable to tab...that thing looks REALLY short. Wow. That's 24 hours of work. Now I feel like crap again. Oh, well. I get to see Elijah today. I'll get the hell over it.

ETA2: Best feeling in the world? Having finished a paper that you previosuly though there was no way you could finish in said time. Even better? When it's not total BS. Am over the fact that it looks short and am off to (hopefully) have dreams of Sean as a reward for being so totally awesome.

mood: ec-fucking-static

Last night I said the best feeling was finishing that paper. I was wrong. The best feeling is having learned something from that paper. I cannot begin to explain how long it's been since I did schoolwork and felt that I was in any way inhanced for having wasted my time on it. I usally feel like I was just rehashing what we said in class, most of which I could I have figured out on my own. I hate that and it has seriously made me give up hope in the school system. But then, this paper. And we couldn't just use the stuff we talked about in class. And so I had to reread that damned poem about 100 times, not to mention his other stuff to get a feel for his beliefs and everything. But I did because I had to and I pouted the whole time. In the end, however, I've really learned some stuff that will be benifitial to me in my job and in life. Wow. I thought that feeling had left forever. Now I remember why it was that I used to adore school so much. I'm seriously considering writing a note to the teacher to tell her this. I'm really beyond any abjective I can think of.

Buuut...all things considered, this is not the highlight of today. As all of you know (for I have probably personally squeed to everyone) I am meeting Elijah Wood today. Me. Elijah. I can't even fathom. I'm expecting something horrid to happen like he just doesn't show up or it rains or I get lost or something so that this doesn't happen. Life doesn't just throw this kinda shit to me. I've never been a lucky girl. I'm scared to know what might happen if this changes. Today feels so surreal. I just really have no idea what to do with myself. However, given that my life doesn't suck as much as I think and I DO meet Elijah Wood, here's the list of stuff to notice so far. If you have things to add, please please comment (okay step-dad just said it's totally definite...wow...AH!) before about 4:30. You know, things to notice, things to say. Help a girl out!
List so far: How he's doing with that whole nail biting thing, how he smells, what's he's wearing, how he acts, his eyes (like duh?), how he feels if you hug him (OMG!! AHH!).
Yeah. Gonna die and it's not even Sean, guys. Furthermore...question of the moment: Evenstar or One Ring. Because the Evenstar is prettier, but it flips over a lot. The One Ring is Frodo-y, but plainer.
Also, on the Sean front (because it is ME we're talking about here)...my friend is now counting how many times I day I manage to mention that Sean is hot/sexy/ect. Same guy who said I should repeadly tell him so he knows. I'm on 7. I think that's pretty good!!!

Okay, need to start the five hour getting ready process now. AHHHH!!!

mood: indescribable

Let me try to tell you just a little about this day.
I woke up around 10:00 with very little sleep. I checked my mail, I played online for a bit. At 11:00 I started my getting ready process. I showered, exfoliated, washed my hair, blow dried my hair. I did my makeup and got dressed enough for class.
I went to class, I turned in my paper. I sped home (past all the tourists going 10 mph) and continued getting ready. I straigtended my hair, changed my shirt, and fixed my nails. At 4:30, I left the house with my mother for the Hilton.
We got there at 5:00 and waited. About ten minutes in mom needed her jacked and went back to the car. A woman came up to her and screamed "I'm gonna meet Elijah Wood!" to which mom screamed "Me, too!!!" Thus we found our buddies for the evening. Jackie was the more fangirly of the two and the one I talked to most of the time. She said that she really liked Orlando. I mentioned I was really more of Sean girl, myself. We were waiting outside at this point. She suggested we go in the hotel, which I thought was a good idea but was freaked out to do. She took off and I followed. Turns out the news was wrong and the meet and greet was INSIDE. Thank goodness we followed her.
Around 6:00? pensive1 showed up and we talked. I think by that point I didn't even know what my name was from anticipation. I had been squealing and still in denial that this could possibly happen.
He was supposed to show up at 6:30, but his plane was backed up. They told us he would still come and that he was very excited as he had been to neither New Orleans or Mardi Gras before. We were also told the story about how he was chosen as king.
He arrived a little after 7:00. There was mass hysteria. For those of you who are not from here, you must understand the New Olreans way of doing things. You jump, you scream, you wave your hands. Mass hysteria. We would have flashed him if we thought we wouldn't have been kicked out.
He was joined by Hannah, his sister, who was sporting short black hair, and two friends. He was wearing brown tweed with silver glitter lettering on the sides and back with a blue shirt (so far as I remember). He accepted the plaque and thre doubloons (my mom caught one for me, since I was screaming like mad). At this point they were still telling us he would sign things and would go around the room. Which meant that everyone clamored to the ropes that seperated us from Elijah.
He went around passing out doubloons, but due to the fact that his plane was late (as far as I can tell) they were short on time and couldn't give out autographs. (grr) However, he was passing out the doubloons one by one. I don't think he was expecting such a group of rabid fangirls. Everyone was grabbing at him and screaming. He had his eyes to the ground and was shaking from what I could tell. He came off as very shy or perhaps nervous. At the cue "no autographs" I just shoved my hand out and screamed "ELIJAH!" as loud as I could. He only looked up a little, but he handed me one. His hand touched mine. For a while. When I tell you that I felt like I exploded, I do not lie. For those of you who care...his hand was sweaty (probably a mix of nervousness and those damned doubloons) but really soft. And his eyes are amazing. Especially in person. And I was expecting him to be smaller, somehow. Perhaps cause I'm only 5'5" myself and it just doesn't seem like that big of a deal. Anyhow, I spazzed for a minute and went "oh! Picture!" really quickly and yanked out my camera. It's the best shot I have, which isn't saying a whole lot, but it's Elijah. On my camera. Next to me. After we touched hands. It's good enough for me.
I kept my hand in the position around the doubloon that he placed it for about an hour. Oddly enough, I was alergic to whatever was in the thing, so now I have this massive ring around my hand. I'm quite fond of it, despite the fact that I shouldn't be. We went outside where they had the "orginal" version of Sting signed by Elijah (I though he had it?). They were letting us take pictures with it, which I also have some of.
My mom took pictures with a real camera, which I hope turn out more productive than mine. Either way, Elijah Wood touched my hand. And at this point that's all that matters.
Will edit pictures up a little and post them, even though they suck ass. Will also post pictures after I frame the doubloon like the freak that I am.

One final time. Elijah Wood touched my hand. Wow.

( Pictures )

mood: indescribable