I Think It's A Bad Sign...

When you go into the bathroom to put chlorhexidine on your ears, look in the mirror, wince while thinking "oh my god look at those bags under my eyes." Mentally stop yourself, go, "no, wait, you just smeared your mascara," wipe below your eyes with a wet towel, and nothing changes.

Seriously, I look like a got punched twice in the face.

On the plus side, first final down, three more to go.

And I watched Avatar 3x12 last night. More thoughts later. 

The Chocolate Is All That's Keeping Me Semi-Functional

So, I have a fic idea that I've been wanting to write for a while, and that I plan on doing this evening. (It's a one-shot, I can do that in a night shut up whoever's snickering and morals that are telling me I should study *points to lastest post* Yeah, that's what I thought.).  Now, I'd like to get this up and posted before it gets jossed, so I'm looking for someone who can do a speedy beta job on it (like, prior to Thursday my time, which would be Wendsday night in the land of the sweet jesus I'm going to have shampoo that doesn't make my hair frizz and water pressure in. five. days.)

Okay I'm back from happy-land.

It's Avatar, spoilers for 3x12. Anyone interested?

That Was My Last French Class, Thank You Sweet Jesus

*points to icon*

Ty Lee speaks for me regarding the brats in my french class.

5 more days, and I'll never have to see them ever again.

*snoopy dance*

ETA: Sorry to spam my flist with such negative posts today.