Aisalynn Writes

Moved back into the dorm today. That wasn't fun. I was already tired from lack of sleep so moving all my crap up eight flights of stairs really wore me out. Not too mention the fact that it was only my dad helping me, and since we had a huge fight last night, things were a little...strained between us. 

My relationship with my parents was so much better when I only saw them every other weekend.

I guess things should get better now. 


Still watching Buffy. I'm not as upset about Giles getting fired as I was. Thanks to this Wesley character the dynamic between Giles and Buffy has shifted a bit. I like it. :)


...Maybe I should get me a Buffy icon if all my posts are going to include something about it now.

Right now I am so bogged down with school projects and essays and exams and dress rehersals and performances... I just want to fall over. Thank god next week is spring break. Too bad I have two projects and an essay due i(n just one class!!) before it  comes and I'm going to keel over from the workload. 

I've had no time to write. I mean, other than all the papers I've been doing for my english class--two a week. *groans* Writing just isn't fun when you have to do it over the most dry, circular text book ever written. I did manage to write one small ficlet. A Star Trek one, based around the character McCoy. I have some ideas for more stories, but they'll have to wait. Maybe during spring break I can write them, as well as get started again on my Heroes fic and my Tin Man fic... *sigh* I can't wait for this semester to be over. 

Title: Do Not Weep.
Character: McCoy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, the characters used in this fic, or the poem, which belong's to Stephen Crane.
Summary: McCoy drinks alone.

Author's Note: This story is the first part in what will hopefully be a collection of drabbles and ficlets based on Stephen Crane's "War is Kind and Other Lines."

I feel like crap. My head is killing me, I'm getting chills and I'm pretty sure I have a fever. My chest feels like it has a brick in it, and I'm never hungry because my stomach is too busy trying to handle all the mucus my body is leeking into it to actually digest real food. And I'm achy. All over. Did I mention that I went through a TWO AND HALF hour choir practice this way? As a first soprano. Attempting to sing the god awful high notes in Glory Hallelujah. Yeah, I tried it once and then just stopped singing--the hacking afterwords wasn't pretty, and made sure I was going to suffocate in my own snot before this is all over.

I can't sleep and no one on this floor has anything that would help. No Tylenol, no Ibuprofen, no Allieve, (however you freaking spell those things) not even some freaken cough syrup (which I could really use because I would really like to start breathing again, rather than darting quick, mucus filled mini-breaths in between hacks) . What do they have to offer? Dayquill. Like that is going to help me get some sleep so I have a chance of not dropping dead on my way to classes tomorrow. This is a freaking college dorm and no one has any drugs. There should be LOADS of drugs, of ALL kind. Why don't they have any? 

Maybe they all hate me and they are holding out on me just for spite. 

...

... I wouldn't put it past them. Freakin' evil teeny boppers. 



.....Could paranoia and bitchiness count as a new symptom?


Now, after having informed you all of my misery, I am going to curl up in my too hot/too cold, too freaking uncomfortable dorm bed, put in my ear phones and watch Gargoyles on youtube until I manage to fall asleep. That's right. Gargoyles. I don't care if that is a child's show from the 90's. I love it.

Maybe my fever will get so bad I'll hallucinate about them. That would be cool.

So, its 3:09 in the morning, which means it is the 16th. Off to college I go. I've been up doing some last minute packing, and I have this feeling that I am not bringing everything I need, or want, so I guess its a good thing that Ball State is only forty minutes away. My room is actually semi-clean at the moment, because I had to pck up all the clothes off my floor so I could wash and pack them. I have half a mind to actually make my bed in the morning too. Probably won't follow through with it though. Anyway, I'm tired, and I have to wake up early. To start the new phase of my life. This one is called: The Prison Cell with No Air Conditioning. What joy is mine. I really hope I get a roomate who is at least tolerable. 


P.S. Hi Becky!!

I have had about thirty minutes of sleep. Tops. And that is probably looking at it VERY optimistically. I went to bed at about five thirty this morning, but couldn't sleep, and THEN I had to wake up at EIGHT O'CLOCK to go Angela's to work on that stupid ENGLISH PROJECT. I just got back a little while ago. It was rather fun however. Writing the script first makes everything sooo much easier. But still, I desperately need this:
 

And because I haven't gotten any of that, I fell like this: ZOMBIE SARAH.  But like I said, it was rather fun. There was this one scene that we just went nuts on. To the song "Confessions," sung by Clayton Newton, which is HILARIOUS. So, my classmate were doing this:

While I was doing this: 


But now, I REAAAALLLY need to sleep, or else this will be me:  
      


Goodnight.

So, I've now been back at school for three days. Allready I'm reading in breaks in class, sketching during lectures, writing stories instead of my asignments, and have so much homework that my locker was left with only one book in it when I went home. It doesn't seem as if I ever left. And that's depressing. However, there is a distinct increase in the workload. This year I only have one blow off class, and that is show choir. Which will end up taking up a lot of my time after school when it comes to rehersals.

Guh. Homework. I just finished it all, and there was so much for the beginning of the year. And its going to get worse. Joy.

However, I really like my compostion book. Its sarcastic and mocking humour had me cracking up as I was reading and answering the questions. That's what I like about books about writing: the writing is good.

Well, spring break is over, and I'm back at school. I'm actually in my computer class right now, and because the people in charge haven't talked to us, we don't have much to do. Which is really allright with me, it gives me time to do this and mess around in photoshop. I get to do the the graphics for the school web page. Its usually fun, when Mr. Barker doesn't have me redo everything again and again and again...

The people in this class has decided to give everyone titles. I am the Queen. That's three times I have been named Queen by somebody: Queen Cleopatra (Halloween) Queen Titania, and now Queen of the Advanced computer class. It is obvious I am destined to be a ruler. Of course, if you know me, how can you believe anything else? *grins*