teyla | The fail burns my eyes.

I'm quite a forgiving person. I love discussions, but I don't like fighting or bearing grudges. But the more I think about what people got up to today, the more I feel like setting the uni on fire and watching it burn to the fucking ground.

I've got two group presentations to get done. One's due tomorrow at 10 a.m., the other one is due next Tuesday. I've always made the experience that group presentations are tiring, but this is taking it to a whole new level.

My Thursday presentation group wanted to meet up at 1 p.m. today. I was there at 1:15. The next person to show up did so at 2:30. No one else turned up. We didn't get anything done, because the girl who did turn up hadn't typed her shit up - she'd written it all out on paper. Yeah, that helps a lot, thank you very much. I totally feel like wading through three pages of illegible scribblings so I can type up your keypoints for our presentation.

She then left to work on some audio editing with her other presentation group. A minute later I get a phone call that I should tell them how to hook the audio recorder up to the computer. I had the same problem, sitting there not knowing how to do that. I downloaded the manual from the internet. But I guess that was too much to ask from three media students.

So I go hook up the recorder, and then I sit down to do some rping - because there was fuck all else to do. Ten minutes later one of the girls asks me if she can check her email on my computer. I say sure, alright, and she goes ahead and checks her email. Then she checks facebook, and her her bank account, and then she goes Christmas shopping on fucking Amazon.

We then all go and have our studio class, which should have been going on till 9. We were done by 7, though. I needed to talk to three people about presentation things, but they were all so quick to get out of there, I didn't really get a hold of them. One of them needed to give me his stuff for the Thursday presentation, and while I was booting up my laptop to put it from his stick onto my computer, I was trying to get a hold of the other guys. I turn back around, and the guy is touching my motherfucking laptop. Seriously, does he have a death wish?

Anyway, turns out he saved his file in a .docx format, which I can't open without a converter, but he was out of there so quickly, I couldn't tell him to please send it to me again as a .txt or .rtf. So I downloaded the converter, and it turns out that his file are 100 fucking words copypasta'ed from Wikipedia.

The second guy I was trying to get to give his stuff to me hadn't done it yet and told me he'd send it to me tomorrow morning - when our presentation's at ten. I was like, fuck no you won't, so he's sending it tonight, but he hasn't yet (it's 11 p.m.).

The third guy I needed to talk to I managed to catch on my way back home. He was pissed at me because the third person in our group, stupid girl, never manages to make our meetings and decided going home for five days is more important than getting together our presentation. I got a little pissy with him, but we settled on meeting up tomorrow and doing all the work stupid girl and other girl in our group haven't done. And now I'm sitting here waiting for all those fucking idiots to send me their shit and will probably be busy with this all night when I really would have other, more interesting things to do.

And this is what the Master has to say to this:

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Ooh. That's just shiny. Yes, that was me.

Ten has more songs, though, aside from One.

- Handlebars
- Blue
- Your Star [I KNOW ITS EVANESCENCE AND EMO BUT ITS TEN IN MY HEAD OK]
- Help

... I could go on. Lol xD.

... Yeah, cuz that's what I needed. :D You really know how to help a girl procrastinate!

Do you know the Handlebars vid? In case you don't, go watch.

Ma'am YES MA'AM!

Though, not for a bit, gotta locate headphones. "D

Ooh, military obedience. Does this mean that I have to get out my Master pup now?

See, the cool thing about military obedience is you have a set of conditioned responses to fall back on in times of rebellion.

Your brain might be going "You stupid SOB, your gonna kill us all!"
But your mouth is already saying the conditioned "Sounds good, sir. Where do you want me to stand?"

See, I wouldn't call that cool. I would call that TOTALLY CREEPY AND TAKING OVER MY BRAIN AND DNW AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW! But I guess there's a reason why I'm not good with bosses, let alone with anything even only resembling a military hierarchy.

*sings seventies pacifist hippie songs*

Less likely to get reprimand or courts martialed that way though, so it's totally good.

Yeah, I guess that's a plus.

I solemnly swear to stay away from any and all jobs that have anything to do with the military. It'll save them as well as myself a lot of headaches.

AND WHAT IS IT WITH THE HP REFERENCES TONIGHT

I think I started it with my "Unforgiven = Harry" analogy. Probably.

But it's totes okay.

(I think you can judge how brain dead by how much upper-middle class teenage American slang I use. This is both amusing and terrifying.)

Aww. It really is totes okay though. 'Cause I'm not recognizing those slang uses as and teenage upper middle class anyway, lol.

IT'S 4AM. I HAD 4 HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT. I HAVE A PRESENTATION AT 9.30AM! BRING ON THE PARTY!

/randomosity

And holy fuck we totally pushed this post past 50 comments. Way to go.

COMMENTSPAM FTW DUDE!

Also, you can totally go to sleep, I honestly would not be offended. I should be working on work anyway.

Although, I ALWAYS do presentations on low sleep. I function best when I procrastinate. My dad and I have this elaborate joke about how I procrastinate like an American-- I tend to procrastinate by working on things that are also important in order to assuage my guilt. (The elaborateness involves America's lack of desire for Imperialism past the whole manifest destiny thing. And Guilt.)

Hah hah sleep is for the WEAK.

I'm not tired, is what I'm trying to say.

I procrastinate doing useless things. Mostly those things consist of fucking around on the internet. The internet loves me.

I really want that PROCRASTINATE PROCRASTINATE Dalek icon now.

Donna's boobs work equally well. Well, they distract at least.

See, you procrastinate guiltlessly, which is UNLIKE my procrastination. And thus my dad making fun of me.

Yes. Distract. That's one word for it.

Oh, there's guilt. I've just learned from the best how to repress it. xD

Okay, that cracked me up.

My mom wants me to repress my guilt, but I decided when I was four and attending her wedding while she was pregnant (not the man she was marrying's kid) that she was not a good role model.

So I act out my guilt by being the sort of person who buys brownies at our Gay Straight alliance's bake sale. And so on.

You buy brownies when you feel guilty for procrastinating on essays?

That's a good strategy, actually.

Nah, different guilt.

Although, I like your version. I'll use that reason next time!

And then you could eat brownies while writing your essay. That's a nice thought.

Already am, I baked three batches for my dad's airman for tomorrow, so I'm sneaking some.

Oooh. Share! :D

I will! But, unfortunately not with you. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and as the oldest daughter of an SNCO in my dad's unit, it's my responsibility to bake them, put up make up and heels, drive to the dorms, and serve them. It's a sacred duty, and I refuse to fail!

...

As I said, no military things for me.

Ugh, high heels. Ugh. Evil from the dawn of time.

I wear high heeled boots as a matter of course (I adore the dominatrix look in my everyday life. But that life is sadly separate from my military daughter life.) It's the make-up that kills me. I only wear make-up when I want to impress people. Otherwise, my pale skin and straight, dark, waist length hair are more than enough to grab attention.

The military is FUN.

I'm sure it is. ;)

En-ee-wai. Bed tiemz now. Fuck this is gonna be another short night, lol.

Night! Good luck with whatever you were procrastinating ;).

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