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As usual, my priorities are backwards and a bit screwed up. I'm flipping through pictures on my computer, trying to think of more icons to make. Like this is really what I need to be doing right now. *rolls eyes* Right. Algebra homework? Sociology reading? Anybody?

Yeah. I'm kind of an idiot sometimes. But I think we knew that already.

Tell me again why it isn't spring break already?

I spent half my day writing Babylon 5 fanfic, a little piece that fits in somewhere in the strange chronicles of Anna Sheridan and the techno-mages. It's going really well, and I'd love to keep working on it. I can finish it, which is an amazing thing, because lately I end up writing multichapter stuff that doesn't want to end. (And please, nobody talk to me about the current WIPs, nobody mention Standing Stones or Lost Bastion, or gods help me, especally Ghost Knight. Please.) I can finish this.

But I have things to square root, and cube root, and fourth root, and Goddess knows what else is in there; she said just "give it a try, and if you have questions..." Yeah. I'm pretty sure that I will.

I guess it comes back to my typical problems with the Algebra; meaning that I can do the roots, I just don't want to.

It still feels like late April or early May (my birthday! where are my presents?) and so I feel like I should be gearing up for finals, one last stretch and then I'm free... And then reality comes back. Hi. Welcome to March. March. Hello, this is your brain saying get back to work.

I wish I could be less lazy. I wish I had less to worry about right now.

Algebra test yesterday. I don't think I did so well, but I have a B in the class going into that, so... you know. I'll live. I'll try not to bomb the next test, but I think the understanding is there even if the test scores sometimes aren't.

As long as I can get out of the class with a C or better, I'm fine.

I got an email from my mother this afternoon. She thinks she's coming down with a cold. Great. That's all I need right now; for her to bring that home and me to catch it. Ugh. Maybe I can pack up and go stay at my grandparents' till finals?

Wait, no. They're home. I'll go invade my uncle and his fiancee instead; they're never home, and when they are I'm less likely to kill them. ;)

I think I've become a bad pagan again; I haven't done a single thing in... months. Lots of months. Probably since around the time my great-grandfather died. I'm sure I'd feel better if I did something, but I have no time. Really, I don't.

I'm going to pay for the time I took today, for this sitting on my ass writing B5 fic and coding random things I may or may not remember to ever actually upload. I am going to pay for it. I'll have to sit tonight and do the homework, maybe spend my break tomorrow doing it, because it has got to be done before class. Not that there's ever anything on TV on Tuesdays anyway, and I'm not in a mood to go out, but still.. if I'd behaved myself I could do whatever the hell I wanted tonight.

Oh well. Sometimes you've just got to take the time, you know?

Right. Square roots. Maybe if I get them done in time I can come back and play out the rest of a scene with some theatrical_muse pals. Draco Malfoy threw a party, at which Londo Mollari, my Anna Sheridan, Anakin Skywalker, Mr. Morden, Craig Parker, and Jack Sparrow are playing poker. (The stakes: one bottle Centauri poison, an Apocalypse Box, one peice of the Dark Crystal, one Simaril, Aztec gold (not cursed, says Captain Jack... uh-huh...) and one original handwritten copy of the memoirs of some crazy Centauri emperor (Londo donated it on Anakin's behalf, mistaking the Jedi for a religious order.)

We think Jack is going to win. Oh, and the box has started talking. (apocalypsebox. No, it's not me- but I am annoyed at myself for not thinking of it first.)

As if that wasn't funny enough, I don't think any of us really know how to play poker.